The carpet is still a bit damp from the water extraction and cleaning, but the place smells better than before the big blow up. After working 10 hours yesterday, I didn’t have much in me to do anything, but it meant a lot to K, so I got up the gumption and busted out the following:
- mopped the bathroom floor with bleach water
- cleaned both tubs with bleach water
- cleaned both toilet bowls “just in case”
- replaced both shower liners
- washed the dishes that we didn’t get to because of the evacuation
- delivered a trunk-full of trash from the event to the compactor
Today, dear, sweet K is putting away our overnight bag and tidying up the rest of the apartment to our normal “we’re home and not physically challenged” appearance. I like it that way now that I’m constantly around someone who has shown me what that is like. I used to be the biggest slob in the world, yet I couldn’t stop cleaning last night. Freak. /grin


It is amazing how much we take for granted in America. Sometime around 11:00 am, I was pondering how blessed we are to have a 2 bedroom apartment with 2 bathrooms so early in our marriage. To get a house that has any more than what we have now (that can support more people and guests), it’s going to take a house as nice as my family finally got after I was 16. Wow. Those thoughts quickly disappeared into how bad things can get in a flash.
Then the second bathroom did the same thing, but stopped at the top of the bowl. I turned off the valve there, and went to see if the plumber was there yet. Nope. Minutes later, we heard major plumbing gurgling, so I thought that things were moving again. Yes they were, but not in the right direction. Things were moving into our tubs, one clear and one… let’s say cloudy. Ewww. Both tubs were at least 10″ full and the water level was just below the drains in the sinks. Crap (no pun intended).
