Not happy, Jan!



I went away this week for 2 days and 1 night and this is what I came home to late yesterday, I feel like crying. Someone who loves surfing in this household who remains nameless decided it was a good idea to let a 13 week old pup into the house which is a big NO! NO! with me and then he let her roam unsupervised. This pair of expensive red shoes are favourites of mine that I wore out for dinner on Sunday and had left in our en suite to air before returning them to their protective plastic shoe storage box. Now they are in the bin and someone is not very popular with his mother!

Whilst away I bought myself a new travel hairdryer as the last one was used to melt wax on a certain boy surfers board recently and somehow it plummeted to the concrete below and smashed to smithereens. As he never asked to borrow my dryer he is handing over some cash for the replacement on pay day!

Now this just tops it off, while these photos were uploading to the computer I needed to use the bathroom so I decided to just use the kids bathroom as it was closer, BIG MISTAKE! Blocked unbelievably by a certain boy surfers bodily waste, I pressed the flush button, BIGGER MISTAKE, it filled and it filled and the water level rose higher and higher, then slowly receded, thank goodness. Now to attack the offending blockage with the toilet brush, more flushing still no joy. Next I decided to bring in the big guns, the garden hose with high pressure trigger gun attachment, carefully I aimed and tried not to spray paint myself or the room with water and no. 2, slowly it all started to move and clear.

I'm "Not happy, Jan!", that is an understatement! It's been a monumentally crappy homecoming and I'm not sure whether I should never leave home again or maybe I should never have returned!

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4 comments:

Dee said...

A certain musician child used my good stitch scissors to open a plastic CD case. He once told me he needed help in the bathroom as his toilet was "overflowing". I didn't put two and two together -- overflowing = wet floor. Went flying in, slip in the "crap-filled" water on the floor and only stopped when I came to a crashing halt at the tub (which caused me to sink full body into the crappy-water. When asked why boy did not warn mom about the wet condition of the floor, I was told, "Gee Mom, I thought you were smart enough to figure that out on your own." He is so lucky to still be alive.

I can only say this -- boys and dogs eventually DO grow up ... otherwise we would have to do them in.

Mandi said...

OHHHHH dear!!!! I think Surfer Boy is in really big trouble.....Shame about your shoes they do look like they had once been a very nice pair....kids!!! but you gotta love them...they always come up with some plausable excuse...well they mostly try too....take care and try mot to let it spoil your post birthday days....Happy Birthday for the other day...

2paw said...

Oh is that only ONE ruined shoe?? Peri always only ruined ONE shoe too, which kind of made it worse. I have had no experience with boys and toilets and now I am really glad: and I'm going to keep it that way!!

Crafty Cripple said...

I think if it had been me, I would folded into a heap on the floor and wept. You are strong woman tackling someone else's toilet blockage. I think as well as the hair dryer he needs to buy you some new shoes too!