I don’t have a Work-at-Home husband underfoot all day so I can be the person wielding the plunger

In CategoryNavel Gazing

The other day I had to plunge the toilet after my daughter spent some time in the bathroom.

(that’s the kind of first sentence that really draws in the reader, don’t you think?)

I gave her a gentle reminder that it’s not really necessary to use a half a roll of paper during the, um, proceedings, and sent her on her way.

Subsequently, Lego City was plagued by backed-up toilets. Right in my ear. All afternoon. In great, sewage-y detail.

Livin’ the dream, people. Living the dream.