Sinks and Golf

While hubby is out golfing and I am home doing the wifely/motherly chores of the morning it seems my kitchen sink is clogged. I have one side with a garbage disposal and one with a drain. Every time I would run the water on one side it would fill and also start to fill the other. Ok I have an idea, the plunger, that will work. Well that didn't work out but it did make a mess all over the wall. I decided I had to get down and go under the sink to work. I could do this, I have done a million thinks, this sink can't be that big of a deal.



The sports junkie and potty mouth are watching and I think secretly taking bets. I tell the sports junkie to get the confused one and put her in her playpen so she doesn't get into any of the lovely things I have under my kitchen sink. Ok there is a u-shaped tube and then a straight tube that goes into the wall, can't be to hard. I figure it I jiggle it a little maybe it will come unclogged, jiggling, jiggling what the $%$# the straight tube just came out of the wall and it is full of noodles. ???? Where did those come from. Ok, no water that works so I clean out the noodles no big deal. I slam the straight tube back into the wall and continue my mission, it's still clogged.



I clean out the side under the sink which has the tube under it and place a bowl under it, a good sized bowl just to be safe. I start wiggling the u-shaped part of the tube and an explosion occurs. There was not a bowl full there was a bathtub full of smelly slimy noodley nasty stuff. I almost threw up. The entire underneath of the sink is flooded as was the rug I was sitting on and me. Potty mouth says "You should call Atta Boy mom!" the sports junkie says "I told you to wait for dad to get home." I can do this, I can do this. I scream "BRING ME SOME TOWELS!" The boys bring every towel in the house and with 7 people in here that is a lot. I didn't use all of them but most of them. I tell the sports junkie to get the confused one out of the kitchen before she starts eating the nastiness all over the floor. Of course she has pooped and I have to get this cleaned up before the golfer comes home and makes fun of me for not being able to do it.

I get everything cleaned up, the tubes are still apart. I have the sports junkie to the rug out that really needed washed anyway and spray off. It is still hanging over the swingset drying. :)
The potty mouth is trying to control his laughter but I can tell he is having a hard time with it. I take the tube off all the way and ICK! noodles, tons of them. I don't know how they got in there I don't remember putting noodles down that side. I have the potty mouth carefully take it to the bathroom and empty it out.

Time to put everything back together. I can't get the tube back on, everytime I think I have it and tell the potty mouth to slowly turn the water on, which by the way 9 year olds don't know what slow is. I end out with water everywhere again. It's time to walk away, I have been defeated by the sink. It just won't work for me. I should've waited for dad to get home. But I decide to try one last time and there we go, it works.

I put everything back under the sick throw all the towels covered in vomit smell in a basket to wash and there you go. As soon as I finish this task hubby calls to brag about his wonderful golf game, I wanted to brag about my fixing the sink but as I tell him what happened and he just laughs. But in the end besides the few extra loads of laundry I did have an unclogged sink, a cleaned of rug and under the kitchen sink was cleaned out. I don't think I would want to be a plumber anytime soon but I did prove to the boys that I didn't need "Atta Boy." Next time I promise I will wait til dad gets home.