The Univomiter

For those that need to revel in my misfortune and/misery please read on.

Where to start? Let's go back to Friday. Loaded the washing machine and started cleaning. DN1 has a day off school and goes down to the laundry room and comes upstairs and asks me why the floor in there is flooded. I race down there to find that the sink that takes the overflow of dirty water from the washer is plugged. It has overflowed and flooded the room. I mop. And mop. Do the Drano thing twice. Nothing. No laundry for Friday. Step ahead to Saturday. DH tries to no avail to unclog clog. Coat hanger, plunging, you get the idea. (Around this time I do a very stupid thing that directly results in another flood in there but I can only divulge so much of my imbecility). Sunday we decide to call contractor and get his plumber over. Left message, no response. Sunday I take three loads of laundry to MIL house and my mum takes two loads to her house. Monday rolls around and no call from plumber. DN2 has hockey game and DH takes her, I will meet them over there with DN3. Right before we leave, DN3 says her tummy is upset. Don't go to game. Game finishes and DH invites the usual 5 or 6 people over for coffee. Chris, friend and all around handy guy comes over and offers to look at clogged sink. Within 5 minutes (after banging pipes, what the hell does that do?) clog has unclogged.

Days of hell over? Not on your life, baby! And what would my blog be without the usual cataclysmic entries? But I digress...

As we are all enjoying coffee(I am happily knitting away another "Cool Hat"), got a load of washing in (life is good) and then DN3 comes up to the kitchen and says she reeeeally doesn't feel well, she thinks she's going to... you guessed it. I try and push her into the back powder room while my husband cups his hand under her mouth (did I tell you today how much I love him?) but this is not helping. It is everywhere. Kitchen, back hallway (where there are BOOTS in the way), bathroom, you get the idea. DH gets her up to bed and I proceed to fumigate 50% of our main floor. After complete sterilization process is completed, friends (spectators?) have gone home, we are just getting ready for bed and more explosions. In bed, main bathroom upstairs, (thank God I had the presence of mind to remove the oriental rug in there) it ain't pretty.

I now, at this moment, have 11 loads of wash. But hey, at least I can use the washing machine right? Come on people, I need a bit of positive karma right now. I know I should look on the bright side because we had only two floods this week but I can hear Negativity and
Pessimism knocking on the door.

Maybe I should go knit. That'll help.

Did I mention I think I'm coming on my period?