All at once...

I like swimming, but not in my house. Too bad for me, cause that's what's been going on over here at casa de Ange and Lindsay for the past few days. It all started just a few days ago when I came home from work and Brian had mentioned that the rug in the kitchen was soaking wet when he came home. We assumed it was one of the dogs and maybe they had an accident during the day. We cleaned it up and I went on a cleaning spree vacuuming, mopping, doing dishes, and laundry. Just about the time I get everything all nice and clean, disaster strikes again: the kitchen is soaked again.

S O A K E D

I didn't know what the hell was going on so I pulled everything out from underneath the sink (which was like 764, 091, 259 containers of cleaning stuff with about .2 ounces in each one) to investigate. Keep in mind, I'm no plumber. All I know is that there was about two inches of water standing under the sink so I soaked it up, cleaned up the floor again (since whatever was leaking made another huge mess) and called it a night. What the heck else was I to do?

Fast forward to tonight. There was some laundry going when I noticed that once again the floor in the kitchen was soaked. UGH, welcome to frustration central. I soaked it all up and decided to get to the bottom of the situation at hand. Brain had one more load of clothes to wash so I of course encouraged him to do so (he clearly knows about this ongoing dilemma) and I also thought that maybe it was linked to either the dishwasher, washing machine, shower, or toilet. So pretty much any plumbing in the house could be the culprit, but I had an inkling about the washer.

Big surprise!! Who was right?? ME.

Something goes terribly wrong when the washer drains. It (obviously) makes a mess in the kitchen, water backs up in the tub, and the toilet makes a gurgling sound. Eww. The first thing I can think of to do (other than freak the eff out) is to call my dad. He has an extensive history in fixing houses/maintenance since he owns fifteen of them. All I hear is something about if I can't find the sewer line outside the house, it's going to cost eight skamillion dollars to dig up our yard in order to find said pipe and install something or another. About this point, panic sets in. Like real panic. Next, I call Laurie and Dale (Lindsay's mom and step-dad) to ask if they know any plumbers. Yes, they live in California but also they have owned at least two homes in the Indianapolis area and also have a lot of home repair experience.

Thank God, Dale knows where the sewer line is outside of the house, so I can calm down about a backhoe showing up sometime in the near future. Whew! Anyhow, they rack their brains and end up recommending that I call Roto Rooter or some other company. I looked up RR online and they have great reviews, so I gave them a call. The lady I spoke with was super friendly. They could have gotten out here tonight between 830p-1130 but since I have to work tomorrow I decided to pass on that. She helped me make an appointment for Tuesday and mentioned that it "sounds like" there is a main pipe clogged. Let's hope this is the case.


I imagine this is something similar to how our pipes will look. GROSS.
Keep your fingers crossed that this is not nearly as disastrous as it could be.