As usual, when Damon leaves town for a week I head to my parents house with the kids. Well, we had some exciting times here at the Neir home today. It was a scene that I vividly remember happening once before a few years ago.
Around 5:00 tonight after one of my dear children (no names here) got done going to the bathroom I noticed that the toilets were gurgling a bit. I tried flushing it and it didn’t seem to want to flush. I plunged for awhile and nothing seemed to help. I searched for my parents and couldn’t find them. I then collapsed into a bed and was going to try to take a mini nap forgetting all about the toilet girgling.
I was soon woken up by my sister telling me they needed my help and they needed it now. My brother in law was in the bathroom trying to control the dirty water flow that was spewing out of the toilet and the bathtub. My sister was running to find more towels and buckets. She told me to get downstairs. I was still a bit out of it, but I ran down there. What I found when I got down there was like a horror scene.
I stood there with my handful of buckets and didn’t know what to do. It seemed that every pipe in the entire basement was spewing out filthy water. It was like walking into a rain forest. A few places it was dumping as though a huge water spicket had just been turned on. I went over to the biggest spew to try to catch it and the water was just spraying all over me and none of it was falling into the bucket. I yelled for my sister to go get the swimming pool from outside. (Ok, so maybe I didn’t think through that one long enough, but my thought was that it would catch more water than a bucket. What I would have done with a swimming pool full of sewer water… I don’t know.)
I opened up another door to where the sump pump was and it was a similar scene…water falling from the ceiling and the sump pump overflowing everywhere. Apparently, the fact that the laundry water was draining at the same time as the toilets were backing up didn’t help the problem. Thinking back now one solution that might have helped would have been to turn the washing machine off. However, at the time it was such a chaotic mess none of us could do anything fast enough. (Don’t forget we have 9 children in the middle of this chaos.)
So, a few hours later we finally made it to the food that my dad had made that was still sitting on the grill ready for us to begin eating about the same time that the mess began. Our appetites were a little bit disturbed by what we witnessed, but we still managed to enjoy the food. We can now laugh about our day, (actually, I was laughing during the ordeal too, but that just seems to be how I deal with stressful situations), my kids eyes have been opened to the whole world of plumbing, AND another fond memory was made while visiting grampa and gramma’s house.










