Tales of a Toilet Gone Horribly Wrong

Or I should say, tales of toilets, plural, gone horribly wrong. I mentioned a few posts back how a good chunk of our plumbing recently decided to die, all at the same time, and finally here are some pictures. Oh yes, this is our toilet, in our yard. Isn't that so trashy? I thought it was so funny, though, and had to take some pictures.


Sydney must have thought we were crazy, hauling our toilet outside, so she got her snack, took a seat, and watched Chris try to wrestle with the unyielding porcelain.


In one day, our master bath toilet, sink, and shower all died. Chris and my dad were able to fix the shower and sink, but the toilet was another matter. We were using Sydney's bathroom until it died, too. On Easter Sunday. At 9:00pm. Which meant that we were without a toilet for 12 hours until the plumber could come in the morning. Never once have I wished I was a guy until I was without a toilet. It's so easy for them, they just go outside. I, on the other hand, am not accustomed to peeing on a bush, let alone peeing on a bush in the middle of the night when it's raining. So, please don't laugh, but I used Sydney's little potty seat. Very humbling. Thankfully, the plumber came out and fixed the first toilet in about 2 minutes, then Chris was able to fix the other toilet after about 2 hours with it outside. I am SO GLAD that is all done! What next, the water heater? (knock on wood, knock on wood, knock on wood...please don't let the water heater die now.)