Clogged Sewer Lines Stink

Literally. And figuratively. Keep reading.

Roto-Rooter is outside my house right now, doing who-wants-to-know-what to the sewer line. I live in a mobile home park, so everybody’s business is connected: water, electricity, sewer, you get the picture. And therefore, I usually have no control over my own utilities when something needs to be fixed. So imagine my joy when, not two minutes after putting my son down for his one and only must happen or life will be hellish for the rest of the day midday nap, the Roto-Rooter guys pull up and stick a hose into my sewer line, and proceed to do that loud, rumbly voodoo that they do precisely three feet from the window of my son’s room. Needless to say, he’s not napping right now. Sigh.

My brother was supposed to visit my son yesterday; they see each other maybe once a month. But then we got the call that he couldn’t make it. Why, you ask? Because earlier that morning he was having the pipes in his house snaked when the downstairs pipes blew. Stuff everywhere. And where in the house was my brother when this loveliness occurred? I don’t really need to answer that, do I? Needless to say, my son will not get to see his uncle this month. Take deep breath and sigh.

So here’s what you can learn from today’s post: don’t be home while your sewage pipes are getting worked on. There’s too great a risk that your day will end up swirling somewhere down the drain.