I don't even have a title.....

Last night I overhear this conversation between my two sons....(ages: 14 and 16 )

#1 What's up with the toilet?

#2 I don't know

#1 Come look

#2 Ewww that is gross!

(Sound of flushing)

#1 OOooohhhh dude that is going to overflow.....

Silence................more silence................the silence is killing me...... I finally yell out......"What exactly is going on with the toilet?"

#1 Come look

I wish there were words to describe the scene of a bathroom. But you wouldn't want me to, trust me.......I notice that #1 is lounging against the wall texting and #2 has gone back to the video game.

Were they just going to live with it that way? I tell #1 to start plunging and he begins to gag, no not figuratively REAL gagging, eyes watering, pale face......you get it.

So I am plunging my little heart out and I realize that #1 has gone back to lounging against the doorframe texting happily and #2 is taxing France for some tariff or something on his video game.

I am getting NOWHERE plunging so I do what every mother in need does, I Google it..........someone mentions "the snake" on a message board, Wait! we have one of those!! I go get the snake, put on some rubber gloves and get to work. I ask #1 to call my husband and ask if I'm using the snake correctly. At this point he threatens to take a picture of me knee deep in muck with a toilet snake, in my pjs and rubber gloves. It may have been then that I threatened his life. So he calls my husband at work and attempts to hand me the phone......WHAT HAND? I am not in any position to actually touch anything at the moment, and I am trying not to go ape on someone....so he says, "you look upset, is something wrong?" Ahhh boys......they grow up to be men remember that.........

So I snake that baby for all it's worth and fix the clog.......Hoooray Mommy!

Now how does one get the snake from the upstairs to the garage without infecting the entire house? About a bajillion Clorox wipes is how.

Now I'm feeling like I need the Silkwood Decontaminating Shower and to burn down half my house. I strip in the garage, throw away the gloves, run back up to my room, throw away my toothbrush, (I don't know, it just made me feel better) take a boiling hot shower, re-wash my hands, and go back to bed.

I hear #1 go into the bathroom and close the door.......I yell, "You better not be....." I will let you guess the rest.

So son #1 comes in and says, "are you going to blog about this?" and I say, "absolutely NOT, that was disgusting!!" and here we are..

I don't even have a title.....