Yesterday was one of those days. Can a woman who has had a total hysterectomy still get hormonal? If she can, then that's what I was. It started out well but as soon as I finished posting my blog it all went downhill. Maybe that's what was wrong - I should have sat here and written all day.
First, the bathroom sink and tub refused to drain. I plunged, waited and plunged some more. I looked for our plumbing snake (which I've never used before but was willing to try OJT (on-the-job-training), since I was here by myself. It didn't matter, anyway - I never found it, as I rarely am able to find something in my husband's shop. I did what I thought was probably the next best thing, which was to trek down to CVS for handy, dandy Drano.
The instructions were simple enough. If it's a tough clog, pour the entire bottle through the standing water, into the drain. I had plunged 'way past the point of perspiration and didn't get a millimeter of drainage. This was a tough clog, in goes the entire bottle. I knew it would take awhile and my plans to mop the floor would have to wait. It's totally useless to mop a floor when you have a clogged pipe. Somehow, the floor always ends up getting filthy.
Soo, I grabbed a little gown that I had been meaning to give to my 93 year old neighbor and decided to pay her a visit. What a sweetheart she is, but she is failing and ready to meet our Maker. When I left her, I was missing my own family - my kids, my grandkids, my brother - all who live so far from Tennessee. I returned to my stopped up drains, which had drained but were still backing up when I ran water. Hormones were hopping and I just became totally, well, hormonal.
Today is a new day. Hubby last night found the plumbing snake and got the pipes flowing. Me, I'm a lot less hormonal. But could still stand a hug. And a new stove.