…you fight Daddy for the potty.
Allow me to explain.
My day was rudely interrupted when I discovered the following…
Yeah.
A crack in the kids’ toilet tank.
Thank goodness I got Vanish Drop-Ins on sale this week, because when I was in the kids’ bathroom trying on clothes a friend had given me, I happened to notice blue water on the floor.
Upon closer inspection, I saw that the crack is quite long…spanning almost the entire length of the tank…
It was like standing in front of a dam when the first pebble hits.
What started as a very small trickle worked its way into a full-fledged draining…on my floor, with some of the water going into the bucket I hurriedly placed underneath it…
The best that I can figure is that when I was putting in the Vanish Drop-In, I set the tank cover down too too hard, resulting in the crack.
Ugh.
I called the Mr. who told me the obvious…call the plumber.
I did, hating every moment of it. They don’t come cheap.
Someone assured me they would have a technician on the way ASAP, and I hopped on Google.
I had to do my homework.
I hunted for videos on how to fix the toilet myself. You know how I loathe paying others to do something I can take care of myself.
But, after I realized that the job would probably involve begging making the Mr. help, I decided to go with whatever the plumber said. Plus, anything that involves water and leakage makes me nervous. Plus, toilets are just plain gross.
The plumber came.
What a strange man he was.
Very Redneck Southern.
But, he was nice and knew his stuff.
“Yeah, that there is probably a 703, but it could be a 706. I think the 703’s were discontinued a while back…”
Oh my gosh.
I got the Gomer Pyle of toilet repairmen.
Whatever, whatever. Just please order me a toilet tank, and could you hurry up with that, I wanted to say. I have teenagers…one of whom is a girl. She needs her bathroom!
I won’t tell you what the repair is costing. I will only say that I gasped, knowing that most of the cost is for the labor, which I am quite capable of doing.
Grrr.
I signed away the rest of my life and saw the guy to the door.
Meanwhile, I put this note on the toilet…to remind the kids not to use it…
Folks, we’ve decided that we have been spoiled.
We have always had at least two bathrooms in our homes. Once, we even had three. Oh the luxury of all but one of us being able to tinkle whenever the urge hit. And oh the satisfaction of beating the fourth person in the race to get there…
Yeah. I know. We find humor in strange things.
So, four people will be using one bathroom for…gasp…five days…
It’s going to be a long week!
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AuburnChick's Adventures 
I hope y’all survive! As long as there aren’t 2 people who need to pee at the same time, you’ll be okay! You don’t live out in the country, do you? That would solve half of the problem! 😀
We have a seven to one ratio here! It gets a little dicey at times…. 🙂 My husband was a plumber for ten years, but they just couldn’t pay him enough to like it! When he changed careers, he said, “It is so nice to do something for a living that doesn’t have anything to do with poop!”