I must not kill my progeny...
::head:desk:: So whilst my husband was in the midst of his morning abulations and the master bath was otherwise occupied, I went into the "kids" bathroom. I noticed the lid was down on the toilet. This is unusual for my children. I lift the lid and it was as bad as the worst gas station toilet you've ever seen. Yea verily, I mean full to the top. My brethren and sistren, I can't believe anyone shat in that. ::shudder:: So, of course, I was the one who had to flush it. After taking the precaution of moving things out of the way and wielding the plunger in my dominant hand as if I were an Avenging Angel with a Sword of Flame™.
To my shock, it only took one flush to get this mess out. ::rolls eyes:: Oh yeah, brethern and sistren. You know what awaits the progeny when they get home. For verily I tell thee, I have merely set paper towels upon the floor to sop up the overflow. I have lit the incense and put in a new container in the automatic scent dooflatchie which is plugged in to the wall socket. For I shall not kill my progeny. Nay nay. At least... not until the bathroom has been bleached to a fare-thee-well.
To my shock, it only took one flush to get this mess out. ::rolls eyes:: Oh yeah, brethern and sistren. You know what awaits the progeny when they get home. For verily I tell thee, I have merely set paper towels upon the floor to sop up the overflow. I have lit the incense and put in a new container in the automatic scent dooflatchie which is plugged in to the wall socket. For I shall not kill my progeny. Nay nay. At least... not until the bathroom has been bleached to a fare-thee-well.