What A Wonderful Fucking Life

This morning started much like any other morning, the little people getting up way to damn early, me trying to convince them to go back to sleep, their daddy rushing out the door a few minutes late. Since yesterday was an abysmal day I decided that since it was forecast to be a warmer day and the sun seemed to be coming up it had to be a new day and a new day means a better day that yesterday.

The little people had a delightful breakfast of cookies and milk (blame their father, he's the one who bought the cookies and then left them within reach of Chaos and Destruction... I mean the little people). After breakfast I ushered the little people into the bathroom so I could take a shower, with them of course - as long as they are IN the shower bugging me they AREN'T wrecking havoc through out the house to surprise me with. After the shower I flushed my toilet and guess what? It fills to the top and threatens to over flow. Yay. I've been having trouble with the damn toilet for about a week and have had to plunge it about 3 times. So I wait for the water to slowly recede and start plunging. Yuck. It seemed that the water was receding, although it just might have been the plunging that was splashing the icky toilet water out onto my recently cleaned bathroom floor and mat. I was completely disgusted as always when I have to deal with the toilet. With much trepidation I pushed the handle down on the toilet and prayed for it to flush. No such luck. It filled with water and then did the dreaded overflow. Shit. I drop my freshly laundered towels on the floor and shoved my red bath mat closer to the toilet to save my toes from being dampened by toilet water. Grrr.... Briefly I considered letting the water recede before continuing to plunge as to avoid getting MORE icky toilet water on my floor but abandoned that plan when I remembered the little people and how an overflowing toilet is just an invitation for something really horrible to happen or be dropped into said toilet. It was time to get medieval on it's ass (the Toilet of Doom that is...). I plunged my 'Super Plunger' into the water and started plunging with gusto - partially out of frustration and anger and partially out of desperation to get this taken care of so I could get to where the little people were and make certain they were not causing more destruction in my household. More water on the floor, the other bath mat getting wet from the expanding river of water heading for the door. Finally I hear the blessed noise of the toilet submitting to my superiority and clearing. Ahhh-Ha! I had won! I conquered the dreaded Toilet of Doom! Me and my 'Super Plunger' had vanquished the blockage! I reveled in my victory over the Toilet of Doom for just a moment as I heard the squeals of the little people and immediately feared what they were doing. Then I gathered up all the icky wet towels and bid my Super Plunger good-bye, until our next battle with the Toilet of Doom.