I began my Wednesday night routine like any other. I started with Lydia's bath at about 3:30. At 4 the boys took their baths, each in a different shower. At 4:15, I started cooking a simple supper of tuna helper and collard greens. No, it doesn't sound good together, nor does it sound like it matches, but hey, tuna helper is about the fastest thing in the earth to make. Since the greens came out of the garden, all that I had to do with them was thaw them and warm them. Because of everything that had happened with Granny Bessie, Jeremy's day off was moved to Wednesday instead of the typical Monday. So, I'm thinking we can get supper done early and get to church in comfortable time instead of feeling like we're running with all we have. As supper is really coming together, about 4:45 Ethan comes in telling some sort of story that doesn't really make a lot of sense. Not to mention that I'm pretty busy and am sort of doing that "Mom thing" that kids can't stand. You know the one. Where they're just telling you this story and doing all they can to make it interesting and exciting and you're really busy with something that just can't wait. Well just to pacify them you randomly say "oh wow" ... "that's interesting" ... "uh-huh" and the like, but you have no idea what's going on.
Well, he started talking about the toilet, which definitely peeked my interest. See, Ethan doesn't have a great bathroom history. When he was about 2 1/2 or 3 he flushed a plastic Dixie cup down the toilet which got caught in the trap. Jeremy spent all of a night getting the thing out. He took off the toilet, got the cup out, and put the toilet back on. Well, when he anchored the toilet to the floor he barely overtightened the nuts and cracked the toilet all the way to the tank! So when Ethan talks toilet trouble, I should listen.
Unfortunately, I didn't listen to his story. After we discovered a very backed up toilet, we began to investigate further. Turns out that all the drains in the house were backed up...even the kitchen sink! Jeremy is fuming and tries to get out of Ethan what on earth he could have put in the pot. Well, Jeremy did a fantastic job of keeping his cool while talking to Ethan. Ethan admitted to putting something in the potty that was big ... blue ... and plastic. That's all he could tell about it. So, Jeremy gets to work and decides that whatever he flushed is in the main line to the septic tank and is blocking the whole house. After making no headway, he calls this man that does sewer/septic on the side and I take the kiddos to church.
Well, trying not to get bogged down in details, turns out that from what they can tell, Ethan didn't put anything in the toilet at all. Instead the septic tank is completely full because the field line are not draining. Right now it looks like we are going to have to have our drain field redone.
I'm not complaining about it at all, I'm just sharing. Our front yard is all dug up right now. But really we've not had a lick of trouble with out house since we moved here in 2001. Guess it's just our turn!
In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. --1 Thessalonians 5:18