Last year the g/f and I ripped out a lot of carpeting in our family room. Lots of carpet. We replaced it with flooring...pretty nice flooring. Her dad and she laid it themselves and it looks marvelous! Later that same year we spent a lot of time refacing our bar and varnishing and staining and measuring and cutting and had a marvelous incident with having to go to the bathroom while having oil based paint on your hands (oh lord now that was fun).
Early this year maybe or late last year we had the humidifier running and it over flowed because someone (me) didn't put the pan back in properly so it didn't read "full" when it was full. We had water everywhere. On the new floor and all and it was seeping under the bar and it was a mess. I got that cleaned up and PHEW that was great and I got it cleaned up all by myself because the g/f was working 12 hour overnights.
This past weekend while the g/f was working 12 hour overnights (hence the Overnight Lows) I went downstairs to watch TV on Friday night. Monk was on ya know and I was excited to watch the season finale. I turned into the back part of the room from the doorway to get my popsicle from the freezer and my socked foot immediately was thrust into cold water. I whipped on the light and saw, to my utter disdain, water everywhere. Not only water but it looked like there was a backup so there was food pieces intermixed. I was so out of my element that I could have thrown up a little in my mouth if I ever threw up at all. I got it all up, the water that was. I grabbed all 10 towels in my house and ran back downstairs (after having broken a beautiful picture frame because I didn't balance it properly) and soaked up all the water, put out a fan and the dehumidifier, moved the bar and sopped up the water underneath it and kept some towels down so I could keep stepping on the floor and it would come up on the sides. I figured I had done what I could do and would keep checking on it during the night. I was done for now, the rest of the bits stuck to the counter would have to wait to the morning as I was thoroughly disgusted as it was.
Saturday was uneventful, finished up getting the ice off of the driveway - had about 2.5 feet of snow this past week, week and a half period. I have had enough snow this year already.
The g/f - still on overnights - slept Saturday and was up at 5 to go back to work, leaving at 6:00.
Sunday comes and with the g/f sleeping, I clean up the rest of the downstairs, washed and dried all the towels and got things looking normal again and prepared for a plumber to come out and look at this crap. I finished up all the laundry and what not and went up to do the dishes and then wash out the oven. After about half hour of dishes washing (I should mention that when the sink went shitty it got all our bar glasses and plates all yucky, hence the half hour of washing, I normally only have a few plates in the sink). I shut off the water and heard a tinkling noise - thinking it was the washing machine went down to check on it since it should have stopped long before and walked into round 2 of a sopping wet floor that was three times worse than Friday night. I ran to the laundry room and grabbed all the towels I had just washed and dried and that wasn't nearly enough. I got blankets and sheets and ran upstairs to tell the g/f. It was about 4pm so it was close to when she was going to get up anyway and she came down and she found the shop vac that I forgot about! (I forgot to empty it out the last time I had used it and that bit of information will come into play later) Gallons and gallons of sucked up water later, four fans on the floor with a dehumidifier I went into the laundry room to start ANOTHER load of towels while the g/f sucked up the last bits of water that we could get at the time I see that the slop sink is backed up from dumping in all the gallons of water from the other room...when it so clearly comes to me that I never emptied it from when we ripped the ceiling down MONTHS and MONTHS ago. Again, would have thrown up a bit in my mouth if I ever cared to throw up. I have no gloves and wasn't about to stick my hands in that, no way no how. I decided to let it stand for a bit and pick up some gloves after I brought the g/f to work again (poor girl) Oh, and I didn't get to finish cleaning out the oven because I couldn't run the water in the sink so I wiped it down with paper towels to at least get the cleaner out of the oven, so that left us with no way to eat dinner. Fine, screw it, let's go out. We stop at Kwik Trip on the way to her work for her coffee's and soda's and mini-whoppers. I looked for rubber gloves. They didn't have any. I picked up some paper towels because I'm, at this point, out and desperate since I'm out of towels and paper towels. Genius struck me and I went over to the food station and found the employees gloves for food handling and took about thirty of them. Put them in my pocket and walked out (after paying for the rest of my stuff).
I get home and put my hand down the slop sink, all food-handling-plastic-gloved up and there is nothing blocking the drain. What the hell? This is the most disgusting thing I have ever done and since these aren't RUBBER GLOVES they are prone to leaking. This results in some dry-heaving at this point. I was so frustrated. I did another pass with the vacuum around the floor edges and get some more water up and sit down to watch some TV. Amazing Race, Family Guy, Brothers & Sisters, The L Word. In between I did some vacuum's, and the flooding sink has gone down to 2/3rd's what it was before, and the blocked sink is still as it was.
I went upstairs at 11:30 deciding I was done. I can't handle any more anything. I just want to go to bed.
Then the phone rang. The g/f called and asked about the status and I filled her in. Since I didn't know what to use on the sink (the clogged one) I told her I was leaving it as is because Mommie Dearest here (me) got rid of all the wire hangers! She said to unscrew some stuff and have the buckets ready to capture the crap coming out and I was like - ugh, it's 11:45 and I wanna sleep. So I went down stairs again and got down on the floor and decided that 1 - there was no unscrewing anything and 2 - the bucket wouldn't fit under the big pipe. I then remembered I had an old closet in the other room that might - just might- have a wire hanger. It did, so I got some of the water going down it but didn't want more gunk going down the drain so, with my food-handler plastic gloves on, started scooping up the grosses gross of all gross stuff ever and dry heaving and heavy gagging again, ensued. It wasn't going down nearly enough, the angle of the pipe going down didn't allow for a wire hanger and since I already ruled out unscrewing....I was dying. and tired. and WAY out of my element. I don't do crap like this lol.
Finally all the gunk is out of the sink, the water is down the drain and I rinsed out the sink. I check on the floor again, give it another vacuum up and head back upstairs. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had dirty fingernails, smudges on me from trying to wipe out an oven with paper towels, hair all yucky, feet are more than likely the grossest thing ever and decided that I just could NOT get into bed in this condition. I had to shower. So I climbed in and showered and halfway through looked at the empty towel rack and just shook my head. Now the fuck what. No towels in the house were clean at this point, it's 12:45 in the morning and I'm in no mood to air dry. Jumped out of the shower and ran to the bedroom and thankfully found my bathrobe that doubled as a terry cloth towel for me last night. Now, at 1am I can go to sleep. I'm so damn tired.
I get up early this morning so I can pick up the g/f, bring her home, and then get myself to work. I went up to the computer room to refresh all my podcasts I listen too and plugged in the iPod and went down stairs to finish prepping for work. I go back upstairs and the refresh had stopped and the iPod wasn't showing up as a device. wtf now. I shut down iTunes but it wouldn't open back up. I restarted the computer and got through the booting up and then it was plain black screen. Then I got the HP screen then I got the black screen again upon third boot. I mean seriously. Now what?!?!
The g/f has been working overnights the past three nights, right now she is exhausted and the plumber just arrived at 9:00 this morning and all she wants to do is go to bed. - Oh and she just called to say that the plumber can't get through the clog. I guess I'm glad taxes just came in.
