The Shit hits the.....

Happy Valentines Day! Let's see... where to start with tonight's excitement....

We came home from work and had another long honest talk with Kayla. The biggest thing I'd like her to get out of the conversation is "who you surround yourself with, is who you will become". Meaning, well, you know what that means. I basically told her that I would do whatever it takes to help her become a good student. If, God forbid, it meant she needed to be in a strict prison-type setting (group home) to get her to buckle down and pass, that's what was going to have to happen. Sigh. Okay - Let's get onto the real excitement of the night.

Kayla cooked dinner for us - fried chicken and rice. YUMMY. The kitchen however was a mess, so I asked all the other kids to do the clean-up and Chris and I got to watch an hour of American Idol. Great fun.

Still watching television (into "House" now) and Kayla comes down and tells me there was water on the kitchen floor but she cleaned it up (didn't want Grandpa to fall - very sweet of her to think of that). Never occured to me to wonder where the water came from. Back to our television show. Five or ten minutes later (not really sure how much longer) Justin comes down and asks "what can I use to clean up poop". First thought was the cats - maybe someone missed the litter box - how thoughtful of Justin to go immediately and clean it up - he says not for the cats, but for him. So... I think - explosive diarrhea, how embarassing for him. I tell him to go into the cleaning closet and find something there. He gets up and mumbles something - and somehow or another it suddenly dawns on Chris and I that the toilet has overflowed and there is shit everywhere in the bathroom. Chris darts upstairs and - yes -- it's evident.

There is pee and poo everywhere - understand me clearly when I say - everywhere.

On the way running into the bathroom, he hits his small toe, however, he doesn't realize it until the horror of the scene settles in later. (Yes, the yelling has commenced). Chris yells for me to go downstairs under the bathroom and check the kitchen - to see if the water (err... poo and pee) has soaked through to the first floor and into the kitchen. Worst case scenario - confirmed - yellow and brown liquid all over the kitchen floor and streaking down the wall. Somebody get me a gag-bag, I'm gonna vomit. Chris is upstairs screaming - why didn't anyone tell us - come and get us - something????!!!

I don't know the whole story, who pooped first and noticed it was stopped up but didn't plunge - who went next and so on and so forth. I really don't care, that's an honest mistake. But... to not tell us... to let it get that bad. Sigh... there's that bad decision making again.

Okay - I'm trying to calm Chris down while we still try to maintain control over what just happened. (Yes, say it with me "Shit Happens" - funny funny). Chris in the meantime looks down at his toe.

Now - all of you - get your barf bags ready -

As his adrenaline calms down, he realizes his toe is really hurting. He looks down, and his pinky toe is curled under his foot, and he can't feel it. At all. Feels pain, yes - but totally no idea that his toe is underneath his foot, and bleeding I might add. He reaches down and moves his toe back into place. He hears a *snap* as it goes back. We don't believe it's dislocated, we believe he broke it. Oh joy.

So... where was I with the poop - oh yeah - cleanup. Chris goes and gets gloves, bleach and paper towels and dives right in. Of course, none of the kids thought to grab dirty towels - they grabbed all the clean towels we had in the closet. Grrrrrrrreat.

As you probably know, Chris has become quite the handyman. Well, his next project is now the bathroom. We have to pull up the toilet, tiles and floorboard to get the fecal matter out. Thank God he knows how to do it. I suppose it's just as well really, we've been meaning to replace that tile, and this is not the first time the toilet has overflowed in there - now is as good a time as any to get 'er done. Just throw a little poo in the mix and it just becomes much more of a priority.

So - here we are - Valentines Night - Chris on one computer, me on the other - both smelling like a mixture of bleach and poo.

Gotta love life..........