Who would have thought??

This morning our toilet backed up....I was informed by my seven year old, soon to be eight in a few days, who yelled from the bathroom "the toilet is about to throw up water everywhere, pooh is going to get on the floor!"

I ran in and sure enough he was right, luckily none of the insides exploded on to the floor.

I packed the little three in to the car and headed out on a mission to find a plunger. Who would of thought it would be so hard...I mean I swear the last time I was at the store I saw one sitting right next to the toilet cleaning wand...but not today!

My first attempt was our local grocery store, where I swear I saw it before....I looked up and down the aisles...some how filling my cart with other things that I really didn't need, like the doughnut holes that were calling my name....or the large fresh strawberries that jumped into my cart, I swear I ate breakfast before I left.

Anyway $40 later, I was out the door. I called home to let Eric know I failed on my trip but got some groceries and asked him to call our upstairs neighbors to see if he could borrow their plunger, as we have had to borrow it before. He was not willing to do it. And told me on my way home before coming in to go ask her, since I would be outside anyway.

I got a little irritated and instead of coming home and borrowing the neighbors I set out on a mission, in hopes of finding one and to let Eric suffer holding his morning need to use the toilet.

I didn't go too far, but was driving really slow looking at all the stores, wondering if they carried a plunger...

scrapbook store--Probably not....

Reams cowboy gear...Um no they probably don't even use a toilet :).....

party gift shop...usually plungers aren't on the list of birthday gifts, would shoving hellium balloons down the toilet help???

another grocery store---not worth taking my kids out of the car to check....

AHHHHHHH Standard PLUMBING supply!!

Totally...Totally a plumbing store! They have to have a plunger Right?????

WRONG!!!

I walked in and looked around at all the pipes and gadgets and finally asked Noah the man at the counter, "Where are your plungers?"

"Oh we don't carry plungers believe it or not..."

"Really??" See I thought he was kidding...wouldn't you?? I mean Standard PLUMBING supply store??? What plumber doesn't need a plunger???

"Yeah we don't carry them, sorry."

"Ok thanks..."

I walked out a little dumbfounded....and determined to go find one.

Bee, as we drove away, said "that's crazy that a plumbing store doesn't have a plunger!"

"i know its like an ice cream store not having ice cream!"

"Yeah that is crazy totally like a grocery store not having food"

"Or a shoe store not having shoes!"

"Yeah that is CRAZY" and the game went on forever and she then said "I bet Home Depot has it"

"I bet you are right....."

And well we came upon a LOWEs and low and behold the plunger!! Yeah for me, mission accomplished.....and when I got home, I even was able to successfully unplug the toilet!

Moral of the story.....you can't judge a store by its name!

I'm changing my blog name to 5 kids...

No I am not expecting another baby! Heavens knows that would put me six feet under.

Ok so on Sunday I believe it was, Gregory broke a vase/pot that I had a candle sitting in on top of the toilet in the guest bathroom. We heard the crash when it happened, and my husband went in to check on Gregory. He gave me the 411 on the break. He told Gregory to get out of the bathroom carefully. He then proceeded to make some noises--kind of like ones made when cleaning up is happening.

Well today actually tonight, I went in their to use the bathroom, never mind the fact that I haven't used that restroom for a few days that has me wondering if I have drunk enough water this week, anyway. So tonight I walk in sit down and notice the pile of glass and clay all over the floor on the side of the toilet next to the wall.

I walked out and started to talk to both Gregory and his dad, asked them why on earth this hadn't been cleaned up. Eric walks out to the garage, comes back in and sits down on the chair to put his shoes on to leave for scouts. I asked him if he heard me. He gives me his big "I'm totally lying smile" and says "No I didn't hear you I went to the garage to get my shoes." All the while saying it with that grin of "Oh I am so busted."

I caught him and said "come on, its hard enough raising our four kids, I don't have to raise you too do I?" Isn't that his mom's job? After a little talk he ended up cleaning up the glass. But then throws it in the just emptied by me kitchen trash can...oh well I can't be too picky can I?