Ok so you really want to know about my day?

Today -- got up, went walking. That was nice, and probably the highlight of my day. About 9 am, took a shower, and noticed the toilet was "bubbling". Weird, oh well. Went to get a pair of pants out of the dryer....OH MY GOSH! Yes, the return of the raw sewage backing up through the laundry room drain, only this time there was a bonus! A whole pile of un-washed laundry on the floor to SOAK it all up! At least they weren't clean.

Go to get John from work to deal with the plumber. Left John to deal with the mess for a minute while we picked up Chardell and Sage to go to the park. Spent about 20 minutes at the park before Zane peed his pants. Struggled to get him home in his car seat. Hurried and picked up the house -- couldn't let the plumber think we live in filth. Nevermind the fact he was coming over to wade through our crap. Now about 1:30, still haven't eaten lunch. Chased Zane around the house and various yards while the plumber was "trying" to work on the drains -- all the while trying to avoid the putrescent (sp?) rotting nasty disgusting raw sewage smell infiltrating my entire house.

After two snaked drains, all to show for the $350 bucks -- a dirty cleaning rag the previous owner had flushed down the toilet who knows how long ago. Oh, but at least it's not roots! Now about 4:00 -- the cleanup of the LITERAL crap begins. Oh yeah, still haven't eaten lunch. Something about the smell just doesn't lend itself to cooking up a burrito! Once we hosed out the laundry room, of course Zane had to play with the hose. Sent him outside to get as dirty as he wants. Did I mention yet that I was heading to enrichment meeting tonight and planned on not having to change my clothes?

After a long struggle with John hooking up the dryer and now getting sick to my stomach, I go out to retrieve Zane from the muddy mess outside. Have you ever heard of red mud? Oh yes, red mud. Picked Zane up by the armpits, careful to not let a single bit of him touch me or my clothes. Made it all the way to the bathtub, red mud free, and BLAM he arches his back getting into the tub. RED MUD all down my khaki pants. Lovely.

Run to get some food. It's about 5:30. Didn't kill my son. Didn't kill my husband. House smells like poo. It's a good day -- but it's not over yet.