My morning began before seven o'clock so I could clean up cat poo (Chuck's job) and clean up fluffy white insulation in the garage from a recent flood we had in our kitchen. I'm not really allowed to complain about Chuck since I've already forgiven him for forgetting to clean the litter boxes but I can still complain that I had to do it. Some men were coming by this morning to fix the dry wall. They then told me they couldn't fix it because the ceiling was still leaking. What,?! is what I thought. The plumber came a week ago. Turns out we're still leaking. Jack has been relocated from his room because it smells like mold. Anyway, after they left I went to clean my bathroom in case the plumbers came back because we're having issues in there too. I decided I needed to go. Ya know. And then the toilet flooded. Now, I have a pretty good record on not flooding the toilet but not today. I ran to grab the newly washed and folded towels to sop up the mess. Then for some brilliant reason I tried to flush it again. This time was even worse and poopy water was covering my bathroom floor. Yhuck. I called Chuck and he laughed as I cried. After bleaching everything in there I still feel disgusting. I am also currently encrusted with snot and graham crackers from Jack. My house smells. Thank goodness for long naps in the morning.