Don't go getting all cocky

Tonight I was feeling mighty proud of us.  In the goal to strictly limit our discretionary spending, we were having a great day.  We both took our lunches.  There were no random Target runs.  I didn't even buy a Diet Coke with lunch.  I was kind of gloating about it, in fact.  

Brian was upstairs finishing the big boys' showers and I was gathering up laundry.  Just a regular night at the Snyder household.

The boys have 5 pages left in Harry Potter and were looking forward to reading it with Brian.  I had cleaned up the kitchen and just taken some empty beer bottles down to the laundry room that we'd keep for future home beer brewing.  Just a normal night at the Snyder household.

I headed back upstairs, said goodnight to the boys and gathered up the laundry.  Mere minutes had passed since my last trip to the laundry room.

I hauled my laundry bin down to the laundry room.  As I walked down the stairs, I noticed a bucket of rags that Brian had set there having used them when unplugging the kid's bathroom sink a few days ago.  He (at that point, not knowing what was coming) reported it was one of the worst clean up jobs he had ever done (note: make sure your kids don't split giant blobs of toothpaste into the sink, they build up and clog it something horrible).

I actually chuckled to myself as I walked by thinking, "When I come back up tonight, I am going to throw those rags away.  Life is too short for moldy cleaning rags."

I got to the laundry room and kicked the door open.  I stepped in without turning on the lights and felt a giant soppy mess soak into my sock and heard an even worse splash that accompanied it.

This has happened before.  Too many times, in fact.  I started yelling "BRIAN, RAW SEWAGE!!!" and he came running.  It was about a centimeter from hitting the carpet.

We both started throwing down rags and pulling stuff out of the room.  Within minutes I had three full garbage bags of things that were not supposed to be trash but now, given the mess on the floor and the smell it was producing, they were going to be.

And soon we were out of rags.  I ran back to grab the previously nasty rags that I had laughed at minutes ago and tossed them into the mix.

Roto Rooter was called and came within 45 minutes.

Two hours later, he is now leaving.  They have to come back tomorrow (as this is now the third time this has happened).

And I will now be throwing those rags away for sure.

But I do have to report that our spending for the day was:

Roto Rooter: $248

Oh, and they have to come back tomorrow with a sewer camera to really see what is going on.  So I am sure there is more to come.