Literally. I had met my dear friend, Mel, at the Publick House in Sturbridge MA for lunch. Mel is a big believer in the power of positive thinking so I always enjoy our lunch meetings.
When I arrived home, my husband happily tells me the “Man Cave” in the basement was finally finished and to go check it out. It was definitely a Man Cave, not a Girl Cave at all (which was okay with me). It was a place where he and our son, Michael, could watch “loud” movies, play Xbox and just hang with their guy friends.
My husband also informed me that our vacuum cleaner was on its last legs so we decided to go to Wal-Mart to buy a new one. While there, Michael, “Face Timed” me in a panick saying that the toilet had overflowed. Dave tells him to shut the valve off under the toilet. A few minutes later he called back again saying there was a huge flood now and for us to get home ASAP.
Once home, Chaos occurred . . . the toilet wouldn’t stop overflowing and Dave is cursing about how much toilet paper we use. Every towel in the house was on the floor of the laundry room’s ½ bath. I am upset because “sewage” is spilling on our new carpet that’s not even a year old . . . and into my office now.
Let me tell you, Positive Thinking was not on the forefront of my mind. I was thinking things couldn’t get worse. Well, they did . . .
Dave decides to check out the basement. Sure enough his “Man Cave” was ruined since it was the room below the laundry room and the sewage needed to go somewhere. He then decides to check out the “Clean Out Cap” on the other side of the basement. Big Mistake. He slowly unscrews it . . . and it immediately flies off and hits him squarely in the chest with a steady stream of sewage. Things now reach a new “all time high” of yelling. Dave and I are normally not “yellers” but we were in the middle of sewage combat.
Panicking, I start to call every sewer company in the area. It is now 8:00 pm at night . . . so no one is working or picking up the phone even though they say they have 24 hour service. Finally, one place calls me back and walks Dave and Michael through what they need to do to the septic system out front. Sure enough, when he cleans out the pipe, he finds the culprit . . . toilet paper. Which starts him again ranting about how much toilet paper everyone in the house uses besides him. He feels “five” squares are enough. Yeah, right. Here’s a question, “what would you expect to find in a septic . . . flowers”?
In the middle of it all, I start saying positive affirmations, “everything is okay, no one is hurt. We will get through it. I will get new carpeting and new flooring”. Suddenly a calmness comes over me. And as I write this blog the next day after the incident, I am laughing about it. Of course, my hubby, Dave, says,”It’s at my expense”. In closing, even when darkness is upon you . . . or in my case, sewage . . . try to find something positive about it.