Oh what a night!

What do you think happens when a germophobic neat freak discovers an unexplained sewer backup in both bathrooms at 10 o’clock at night, just as she is winding down her day before going to bed?

That’s right: I was up until after 5 a.m. this morning, cleaning and disinfecting everything.

It could have been worse. Back in February of 2011, after a string of below zero nights ruptured a cast iron pipe under the bathroom of our previous residence, I spent the better part of a week shoveling and double bagging the lake of raw sewage that was under the house. I wore a heavy-duty respirator mask, knee high rubber boots, industrial rubber gloves on top of disposable plastic gloves, and a head-to-toe rubber rainsuit, my “home made hazmat suit.” Now, THAT was the hardest job this germophobic grandma has ever done. And, I did it all by myself. We didn’t have the money back then to hire somebody like Roto Rooter, and I was the only one who could fit through the narrow trap door.

Here’s a picture my husband took at that time, when I was reaching up for a much needed bottle of water:


I added the caption several years ago because yeah, it’s amazing what you can accomplish when you have no other choice! By the time we discovered the broken pipe under the house, a number of days had passed and every toilet flush during that time had gone straight down into the crawlspace. Eeeew, it was GROSS. What was really sad: just when I thought I had shoveled out all of the sewage, I found a second lake of sewage on the other side of a foundation wall that ran down the middle of the crawl space. Augh!!

What’s the hardest job you’ve ever done? I would love to hear from you. Thank you for stopping by. Here’s a big grandma ((HUG)) if you need one. (Don’t worry, I scrubbed really good with antibacterial soap!)

God bless. Oh what a night! πŸ˜‚