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Water, Water Everywhere…

Where did that water come from? Lisha Perry Fink would have been better off not knowing. Read more from Lisha on her blog.

Water, Water Everywhere... Toilet Water

Yes, I drank what came out of one of these.

 

Yesterday we left the youngest home alone for a little while. Upon returning, I notice a spill on the kitchen counter, on the opposite side from the sink and fridge. Not a spot where we usually pour drinks or spill ice cubes, so it was a bit unusual.

And, as everyone knows, in order to clean something up effectively, you should know what it is. For example, if it was water, I would have wiped it up with a paper towel. If it was Sprite or some other sugary beverage, I would have used a wet rag. If it was wine, I probably would have used a straw.

But the location of this had me puzzled, and I really didn’t know what it was or how it got there.

So, like any practical woman would do, I dipped my finger in the spill and tasted it. Water. Good. Wipe it up and go on, and no point wondering for too long how it got there.

But a few minutes later, there was more water on the counter, so I looked up. I noticed some water on the bottom edge of the upper cabinet. My mind is trying to figure out how water got there. Did someone smack a cup or bottle of water on the counter, causing it to shoot up? Had it been a carbonated drink, the kid might have had a gusher, but it was water. Where was water coming from?

I looked further up, and there it was. Water dripping through the ceiling. Must be the water heater. Mr. Wonderful and I dash up the stairs and into the attic, but that’s not it. We move into the bathroom.

But the bathroom floor is dry. So we check under the sink. Dry. Then I feel the wet rug, and all the pieces of the puzzle fly into place in an instant. The boy overflowed the toilet. The boy tried to clean it up so we wouldn’t know. I just tasted potty water. Dirty toilet water.

So now I have a new item on that list of Things I Never Thought I’d Do.

I drank a glass of wine to sanitize my mouth calm my nerves.   Then I got out the mop and bleach and cleaned it up. And now my kitchen and bathroom smell Clorox-fresh, and I’m out of wine.

Lisha Perry Fink

Lisha began her writing career in New Orleans in the 1980s, when she entered the glamorous world of writing corporate newsletters and ad copy. Her words – which have appeared on everything from utility bill stuffers to beer bottle labels and annual reports – finally found a home in 2010 when she launched her first blog, The Lucky Mom. Today she chronicles her experiences on The Lucky Mom's successor, LishaWrites.com. She is currently writing her first novel.

Lisha Perry Fink

Lisha began her writing career in New Orleans in the 1980s, when she entered the glamorous world of writing corporate newsletters and ad copy. Her words – which have appeared on everything from utility bill stuffers to beer bottle labels and annual reports – finally found a home in 2010 when she launched her first blog, The Lucky Mom. Today she chronicles her experiences on The Lucky Mom's successor, LishaWrites.com. She is currently writing her first novel.

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Lisha Fink

Thursday 29th of January 2015

Plumbing problems in a 2-story house are definitely a big worry. And little boys clogging up toilets is part of growing up.

Andi

Sunday 25th of January 2015

Oh goodness. Plumbing issues are one of my biggest homeowner worries! So glad you got it figured out and cleaned up, but how long the water had to be there to start dripping into the floor below - scary!

Judy Bourgeois-Bruzeau

Wednesday 21st of January 2015

As I laugh at your talented writing, I know you just can't make these thigs up. The joy of parenthood.

Lisha Fink

Thursday 29th of January 2015

Thanks for the compliment, Judy. A joy I never thought I'd experience, for sure!

Doreen McGettigan

Wednesday 21st of January 2015

OMGoodness I would drink all of the wine too. Yuk and LOL!

Lisha Fink

Thursday 29th of January 2015

It was quite yucky, and quite funny. Yuk and LOL sum the experience up nicely!

Lois Alter Mark

Wednesday 21st of January 2015

Lisha, I am crying laughing - with you, not at you, of course! The things we go through as parents would never be believed if they were written as fiction! I think the moral of the story is to forget about water and just keep the wine flowing.

Lisha Fink

Wednesday 21st of January 2015

I'm laughing at myself, so it's OK if you do. And if anyone wrote this stuff and called in fiction, no one would believe it. :-)

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