Now, my building has a live-in super who we can call on in emergencies, but this was actually so gross that I was embarrassed to go knock on his door (Y’all know I’m not easily embarrassed, so you can imagine just how gross it had to be for me to feel that way.) Instead, I borrowed a plunger from my neighbors and went to work myself.
And I fixed it. The toilet works again. Cue the Hallelujah Chorus.
I mopped the floors, then washed them and the commode with disinfectant, then washed them again, then threw out the rags I’d used. If I could have steam-sterilized the whole bathroom, I would have. Then I went for a run while everything dried and tried to forget the whole ordeal.
Have you ever had to tackle something unexpectedly gross/scary/hard and been proud of how well you coped? Please share in the comments.