The Poop Problem.

As a mom, (and a pet owner) I am used to having my fair share of conversations about poop. I am pretty desensitized to the whole ordeal- I have changed probably a total of 12 diapers today so far between the two babes. However, I was not prepared for our Friday night.

As we were attending to our crazy Friday night rituals (me watching Netflix obsessively- Currently it's going through all 5 seasons of Sons of Anarchy... while Grayson watches some sporting event...) I noticed this HOORRRIBBLLEEE smell starting to permeate through the house... upon further investigation I discovered the LOVELY poop situation that was going on in the basement. This is the part where you appreciate that I am not attaching pictures to this post. The downstairs never used toilet and bathtub was literally spewing out EVERYTHING- including the kitchen sink (literally- some leftovers I thought disappeared in the magical black hole known as the garbage disposal) and all other horrible things you never want to see again was leaking all over our finished basement. It's the only time that I have ever just looked at poop and just the money this was going to cost us. (Luckily the basement is completely tile so we didn't have to worry about carpet!!!!!!)

.. Long story short... Called my Aunt/Landlord .. Roto Rooter.. A DIY  Uncle .. My 90 year old Grandpa who likes to be involved .. The water problem is fixed.

The culprit of the whole clogged system? Baby Wipes. And suddenly I know the exact moment when it happened.

Sebastian, my lovely 'helper' was really interested in helping me out while I was changing a particularly messy diaper of Penelope's last Wednesday.. His job was to hand me the nice new wipes. In typical toddler fashion, his attention only lasted about 15 seconds. With his hands completely full of new wipes, Sebastian ran off .. and next thing I know I hear the toilet flush.

I, of course, {attempted to} question if Sebastian had indeed flushed almost the entire container of wipes (to which he sheepishly answered noooo...) But, Since the toilet (on our main level) continued to seemingly work fine, I just forgot about the whole situation. Oops!

Now, if only I can figure out a way to get the lovely plastic pink ball out of our shower drain (thanks bud!)

I'm thankful for the handy men in our family and that we didn't have to pay an arm and a leg for a plumber to come. Also, thank God for Clorox (;

... How did you spend your weekend?