The apartment maintenance guys sprayed the lawn and the sand the day before yesterday with insecticide, so we couldn't go out to play. I am telling you, they should have sprayed in our house, because we had ants... ants in our pants, that is.
Sammy was up to his usual naughtiness, of course dragging Nephi into his exploits. Did I ever tell you we have no AC in The Nutshell? No vent. Not even a swamp cooler? I think the hot weather may have gotten to all three of us, and we were forced to act out of character. I was PMSing big time, Sammy was bouncing off the walls and eating more boogers than usual, and Nephi was whining about every little thing that he could and couldn't do!
Sam was being unusually "picky" about what he was putting in his mouth and refused to eat anything but he "caught" himself and pop tarts. When he was in his room for quiet time, he said under the door: "Pee Tee, Mama!" That means Pop Tart. Earlier that morning I gave him one by slipping it under the door. This, of course, was a great game! But this time, I wanted him to eat something with less sugar. So I thought I would trick him and push a cheese burrito under the door instead. Instantly he pushed it back. I pushed it back. This time he got mad and shoved out with force. Well, I guess that was a bad plan. No Pop Tart for you then!
After quiet time I took the boys to Home Depot to get an AC. I just couldn't live without one anymore! Now getting it home is a whole other adventure... but we made it and my neighbor upstairs even helped me get it in the house and install it while the kids played outside... yes, it was finally declared safe.
However, when the boys discovered this new feature in our house that blew out cold air, they didn't want to go outside. Instead they wanted to sit in front of it, eat Go-Gurts and watch cartoons. Go figure!
Now, let's rewind to three hours earlier just before quiet time. I caught the boys in the bathroom with a huge bottle of baby powder. I knew that Sam was planning on doing something very naughty with it and grabbed it away. Off to quiet time, boys. I made a quick scan of the bathroom and became rather pleased with myself for evading a potential crisis.
Fast forward now to two hours later. I need to use the potty, but when I open the lid I quickly discover where all the baby powder had gone... a WHOLE 14oz bottle had been dumped in the john. Oh, my gosh, what was I going to do?!
I threw the kids in the car and headed for Home Depot. I knew they had a plumbing guy there that could tell me what to do. Before I went and picked out my new AC, I went and found the guy who I knew would save my potty.
When I told him I had a toilet full of talc, his face turned white. I knew then, it wasn't going to be good. He said, "Well, as long as it hasn't been in there 20 minutes you are fine." To which I replied that it had been two hours. He rolled his eyes like he was talking to a dumb blond.
"The best advice I can give you, ma'am, is to scoop out what you can by hand, and then flush like hell. And I mean FLUSH LIKE HELL!" He warned me, his eyes bugging out. Great I thought. And he was supposed to be an expert.
Imagine my surprise when it worked!
So all you ladies out there that have devious kids, if they ever put baby powder in your toilet, remember the wise words of Mr. Home-Depot-Plumbing-Dude: FLUSH LIKE HELL!
What a great ending to an otherwise tiring day. Which reminds me, does anyone want this burrito?