Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Are we sure it isn't Monday?

I was up till 2 a.m. this morning listening to gunfire and writing a story that is due today. I didn't finish it because I was starting to get really good at typos. So, I called it a night. I woke up a bit late this morning to get everyone ready.

Then, about 10 minutes before we need to leave, one of the kids clogs the toilet. Poop is overflowing. I cut off the water, plunge the damn thing, then try again. Nope, sent more poop flowing into the floor. Cut off the water again. Grab towels to put everywhere. Have to leave to take Child No. 2 (pun intended) to school.

Return home to the battle of the poo. (Do you think Mr. Hankey is getting his revenge on me for posting pictures of him in a Naruto costume?) Anyway, I digress. The water has subsided and it is clear that the clog has finally sucked its way into the sewage system. So, now I am getting ready to put the toilet all back together. No can do. Now, the little bobber thingamajigee has decided it doesn't want to work.

So, I did what any almost 39-year-old prissy woman would do - I called my dad. Without seeing it, he can't tell me what to do. Turn off the water and wait for Army of Dad to come home. *hmph* I don't want to do that.

I grab the plumbing how-to book my awesome sis-in-law gave me for Christmas a few years back. Pinch some clip on the float thingee and slide it up or down if you want more/less water. Ok, I did the right thing there. Nope, not gonna work for me. Water is just flowing over the top of the bobber thingee and filling up over the overflow thingee. So, just cut the water off and wait for Army of Dad - fixer of all things - to return home.


I'm so going to have Army of Dad teach Little Bit how to do all these things, so she won't feel helpless like her mom does. I wanted to take a basic car repair class for women that the junior college offered while I was in high school.

My daddy: *say this in your best redneck voice* What do ya need that fer? Yer always gonna have me or yer husband to take care of yew.

*double sigh*


  • At 10:50 AM, September 05, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Given the last two videos you've posted, seems to me you've permanently shucked the "prissy" label, little lady.

    (And, perhaps AoD should attend to more than just plumbing if he stops home for lunch...)

  • At 11:20 AM, September 05, 2007, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    All work and no play makes AoM a wanton sex kitten. *lol*

  • At 11:45 AM, September 05, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Ah, to be AoD at 11:45 a.m....

  • At 12:46 PM, September 05, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I will have to wait until later tonight...:(

  • At 6:20 PM, September 05, 2007, Blogger Mo K said…

    Mr. Mo calls me "Mrs. Goodwench". But over the past few years I'm not quite the DIYer I used to be. So often a task will turn into a PitA, involving unplanned trips to the hardware store. It's the quickest way to turn me into a grouch.
    Good luck on the terlet situation tonight!


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