
This is not my husband nor is it my house. There was much more cantaloupe gunk all over EVERYTHING plus cherry lime-aide crystal light tinging things the most brilliant red.
You see last time the pipes clogged it was Christmas Day 2008, we had a house full of company and dinner was in it’s final stages AND I had to go to work @ midnight. That clog required dismantling the pipes under the laundry room sink and cutting pipes in the basement. It was a clog to end all clogs, I think the garbage disposal is getting old and I’d peeled potatoes for 20.
So this was the first time the kitchen sink had clogged since then. NO warning, I went to check the laundry room which is the next one down the line (thank goodness the bedrooms and baths that are in the other end of the house connected differently), sure enough bright red sludge and cantaloupe seeds are making their way in the laundry room sink. yum
So I ate dinner, sausage and veggie omlet to be exact as to not alert husband and maybe water in sink would disappear, of course we eat in family room in front of tv. I steathily crept back in the kitchen and started plunging. You ask why all the subterfuge? BECAUSE husband is a big tools and dynamite type guy. If I say we need to do something according to him it immediately requires $1000 in equipment and a full day plus a big mess. I want to get by cheap, quick, and clean. The yard ponds are a good example, he said we needed some sort of digging equipment. I waited till he was gone for 3 days for the first one, daughter and I dug it and buried the stock tank in two days. By hand, with shovels. The second yard pond was different because it was rockier and it was a regular kit, I waited till he was moving son from WA to NY. I dug it by hand, with a shovel, by myself this time and had it landscaped when he got home.
So you see I was pretty sure the next clog would require a blowtorch or a bulldozer if I asked my husband, @ the very least a pipe wrench. So I bailed the sink out, ran hot water, searched in vain for draino, found soda and vinegar, put that down there, ran more hot water and plunged. Went back to the kitchen, ran hot water there, it went in the laundry room…..finally after about 10 sinks of hot water…..success….
I don’t hide much from my husband but I’ve learned what is wise to hide. It’s also wise not to mention the times I’ve fixed things he said were permanently broken but we won’t mention those….or how sometimes things start for me and for no one else….. I did tell him about the clog later though….
So do you have a husband that insists everything requires dynamite and pressure washers? I don’t mean they don’t get anything done but it sure does get complicated sometimes. And expensive…that’s another story though….