We had a bad weekend.
It starts with Zoe flushing the toothpaste down the toilet Friday afternoon.
It blocks up. We try plunging, sticking coat hangers down, no luck.
We watch a movie. Turtle knocks over my drink all over my laptop. It won't power up. I grieve deeply.
Sat morning, the laptop works again. Woohoo.
We all really need to go potty. Spend the morning trying to unblock toilet, borrowing various pieces of equipment from neighbors, shop vacs, long coily metal things (I dunno what it's called. It's not my scene) etc. Much sweat. A few trips to the local grocery store for the bathroom.
We decide to destress by going out to Omaha (1 hr drive) to go see some cheap movies. Rene goes to see Food inc, and the kids and I go to see Up.
Zoe won't sit down and is making a bunch of noise. I notice she has a poopy diaper so I take her and Turtle out to change her. Zoe throws a complete flakey. Like I've never ever seen. People are staring like I'm a horrible mother. She takes off her clothes and won't let me put them back on. She is screaming like she's demon possessed. I don't think I can handle it. Turtle is splashing in toilets. I drag them out to the car, hoping she'll calm down and I can find comfier clothes for her, while Zoe squirms.
The car alarm starts going off. Rene has the keys. Zoe escapes and runs away from me in the parking lot, butt naked and screaming like something evil. I'm scared. The car is loud. Zoe is loud. I'm crying my eyes out. I get some trousers on her and take them back into the theater building. Zoe lies on the floor, in such a frenzie. I beg the man at the front to "please, get my husband. He's in the food inc movie. I need my husband".
Rene comes and saves the day. He handles Zoe while I go back in the movie with Turtle. Everyone laughs at UP while I bawl my eyes out, releasing a ton of tension. Rene brings Zoe in beside me, with popcorn, she's happy.
We watch the rest of our movies then head home to tackle the toilet some more. My brother comes. He and our neighbors work on our toilet until 11pmish at night. No luck.
We settle kids to bed and stay up late watching Dollhouse (season 1, no spoilers please).
Next morning, Doug, Kaya and I go to church while Rene stays home to wait for maintenance. We'll just have to foot the bill. Church is good. We come home just in time for maintenance to arrive.
The guy stays for hours, can't unblock it (but there is strawberry toothpaste oozing out of the toilet) so replaces the whole toilet. It's going to be pricey.
We subsequently miss our Scottish Clan Gathering potluck we were looking forward to.
Lana comes down with a 102 fever and is very sleepy. I guess we're in the house for a few more days.
We get the kids to bed then stay up late working.
Crazy weekend. I'm just glad we have a toilet now. And I'm glad we have good neighbors and my awesome brother.