BPW -- The New Triple Threat

Barf, Poop & Water

is not the new Earth, Wind & Fire; it's been our life the last several days.

It started Friday, game day for J and mom's night out for me. When I got home our bathroom was unusually clean. I managed to make enough noise to wake D up from his slumber when he then said that J had barfed all over the floor and toilet. Poor guy. Well, at least he was sleeping peacefully now.

The next morning started with berry smoothies. D went to work

and J lay on the couch. Unusual for a Saturday when on most weeks by 9 am he's asking what he can do in hopes that we'll say that he can play Wii. A few minutes later I heard a scream followed by some crying. When I arrived downstairs I was greeted by a floor splattered with red liquid, as were the walls, and the toilet. It was my turn to clean up what J later said must have been his smoothie, "right, Mommy? Because it was red." Yummy!

That was it for the day. Sunday was great. We weren't so lucky Sunday night. About midnight we hear THE shriek coming from his room. He was hot and sweaty when we brought him into our bed. He seemed comfortable for a couple of minutes. And then,

"I have to go poo-poo."

The sound coming from the bathroom was brutal.

Another scream.

Then what sounded like a waterfall straight into the toilet.

Barf.

Again.

Everywhere.

It's now close to 1 am and we're still scrubbing the floors, walls, and toilet.

And then there was peace.

(J in better days at the helm.)

D left to Eastern Washington a few hours later with very little sleep to speak of. J was doing a good job at keeping his very bland breakfast down. M was taking a nap. Earlier in the morning J had asked me to "Google to see if he had to go to school today." I may or may not have been doing so when I was at the computer desk and noticed water on top of it. It was strange but I wrote it off as a spill of some sort.

Splat. Splat. Splat.

Every few seconds.

Coming from the fire alarm in the ceiling.

This can't be good. I called Mike Nelson. He came over and agreed.

Not good. And probably expensive.

He left to go get the plumber.

And then all hell broke loose. Every single fire alarm in the house started going off.

LOUD!

M was crying hysterically. Jacob was yelling. I was running around w/ the stool and screwdriver trying to get the batteries out. All 100 of them!

To say it was a zoo around here would be an understatement.

When the men arrived, Mike perched himself atop his ladder with knife in hand ready to cut out a piece of the ceiling and find the culprit. The plumber decided to run upstairs to see if it was coming from another source.

Mike waited.

The plumber yelled.

The cut was halted.

The toilet was loose!

Could we have pushed it around so hard last night that we loosened it? I asked.

Could be, he said. He tightened it and the problem was solved.

No Charge.

WOW.

Yup, Barf, Poop & Water....The New Triple Threat.