...Oh hell, no, she didn't...
Nothing gets your adrenaline flowing like discovering, five minutes before the school bus arrives, that your son has not only managed to clog up the toilet, but forgotten to jiggle the handle to make sure it stops running, resulting in Niagara Falls in the downstairs bathroom...
*sigh*
Discovering him sitting less than TEN FRIGGIN' FEET from the running toilet in a Nintendo-induced fog certainly didn't help my mood, either...
Y'know, I love my kids more than life itself, but there are times like these when I wonder if it wouldn't have been easier to just burn the house to the ground myself rather than let them destroy it over time...
(And no, I didn't flush the Gameboy down the toilet, tempting tho' it was...)
That is all...
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I would have thrown his nintendo down the toilet then held him by his feet with his head nearly in the water as your flushed it maybe the rush of blood to his head would have made him think.
{Rodney} Ooh, tough crowd!{/Rodney}
:)
I took the Gameboy away "until [he] learns to pay friggin' attention to the world around [him]".
Figure when he gets it back he can sell it on eBay for nostalgia purposes...
1. At least it wasn't the upstairs toilet.
2. Consider enacting one of the oldest standing rules in my house - no games before school, ever.
You think you have it tough? I literally cannot WALK to my downstairs bathroom.
Of course, it's conveniently located beyond the kiddies' play room, a place where my wife probably hasn't walked into for more than 6 months, leaving a toy pileup and junk strewn about that would make Shrek jealous of the abomination.
No, seriously, I cannot walk to the bathroom. Physically impossible. There are THAT MANY TOYS laying in the floor.
And if anyone tells my wife I typed this, I'll hunt you down.....
Believe me. Before they are grown and gone there will be times when you will wonder why you didn't burn the house down and stay in it while it burned.
And after they leave you will still get an itch from time to time to put a match to the bastard.
I feel your pain... (IOW, been there done that... and the spousal unit got the new carpets to show for it!) And since it was a Saturday, there was no work pressure to be up at a particular time. Thus the problem was discovered much later than during the week.
In our case it WAS an upper floor and it was bad enough that it rained in the garage (requiring replacement of several sheets of 5/8" sheetrock.)
To me, the root cause solution is to ensure the toilet shut off function is working properly rather than depend on a properly trained sub 8YO to "jiggle the handle".
Ah the memories... of the day (many many years ago as my darling daughter was only 3). I had my wisdom teeth out that morning. My husband dropped me off at home with our daughter after it was all over. I was on my bed nearly comatose. Darling daughter went in the bathroom without me and proceeded to use the entire roll of toilet paper...
Needless to say, when she yelled, "Mommy the water is on the floor" I had to jump up, clean the mess (it was on the second floor) take the rugs down to the basement and wash them - then clean the bathroom. All the while my jaw was screaming at me.
Yes, she lived... why do you ask? *grin*
Danno,
I've worked on the toilets more times than I care to admit trying to get them to stop running. I've gotten them to the point where there's no rhyme or reason as to why they won't stop.
The only possible explanation is that they are possessed.
Which, given my house, would be par for the course. If we hadn't owned the land before we built the house, I'd have sworn it was an ancient Indian burial ground or something...
Well, you do know that God makes kids cute just so that parents won't kill them.
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