Am I supposed to stick this whole thing into the toilet bowl? Or scoop the yucky stuff out first?
A woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do! We can handle labor pains. This is nothing. No pain involved.
I put on the over-sized yellow rubber gloves my husband uses for cleaning around the bathroom. A bit big on me, but it will do. It took a bit of muscle strength to pull the brown rubber mug-bowl out of the wooden stick. I made sure I had a bucket to help me transport the debris from the toilet bowl to the bath tub.
Holding the mug-bowl of the plunger in just the right way, similar to scooping fish water out of the aquarium, I dip into the toilet bowl, filled the mug-bowl, and carefully raise the contents into the bucket. Take two steps to the left towards the bath tub, and pour into the sink.
Everything did NOT go down the sink. I turn on the tap, using hot water for a bit of sanitizing, and the “floaters” crumbled easily and went down the sink hole. Nicely done! I am so proud of myself. Repeat.
I am glowing with the pride of an Olympian who just received a gold medal for the entire world to see!
There’s a knock on the door. My husband is asking me what I’m doing in there. We’re going to be late. He opens the door and after a while, closes it, but not before revealing a very troubled look on his face. A look I do not often see. I take a moment to gather my thoughts.
As I take stock of what I have been doing, my husband returns to the bathroom and tells me to stop whatever I’m doing. The plumber is on his way. Plumber: A trades person who specializes in installing and maintaining systems used for potable (drinking) water, sewage, and drainage in plumbing systems.
I really do not mind doing the dirty work once in a while, you know.
Writer’s Digest, Daily Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/27/prompt-clarity/