Toilet Overflow: When It Rains, It Pours

Last week I was all set to write about the challenges we faced while my husband was away for a few weeks. Then a few of the kids got sick… one after the other, and I decided to write about how we deal with that.  And then the kids’ toilet overflowed… again.  It’s true what they say; When it rains, it pours.


Six-year-old Boy:  Mom, come look at this! 

(Escorts me into the bathroom, and points to his prize accomplishment inside the toilet) This is how big my poop is!!

I’d say that it’s unbelievable how much poop can come out of such little bodies, but you don’t want to hear about that.

Unlike most parents, I don’t have the problem of kids using too much toilet paper.  I wish I could say that with condescending pride, but instead… My kids (specifically the younger four boys) must be reminded to use toilet paper.  You don’t even want to know how I know this.   How can your toilet overflow if your kids aren’t even using TP, you ask?  That’s a good question, but it leads me back to the daunting amount of poop we didn’t want to discuss earlier.

The Back Story

A year and a half ago, the kids woke us up one Sunday morning shouting, “It’s raining in the pantry!”  That was the first time we had to make an insurance claim on our house because of the kids’ toilet overflow.  After all was said and done, our talented contractor fixed the damage, tiled the bathroom and all of downstairs.  He also made us a clever laundry chute (from the kids’ bathroom down to the pantry where our machines are located). Of course, for the first few weeks the boys dropped everything… EVERYTHING that could possibly fit, down into the chute.  [SIDE NOTE: The cat is fine, now.]  It worked out in the end, but I don’t want to go through any of that again.

Toilet Overflow, too much information, mom of seven
The Laundry Chute

Current Toilet Overflow

Unfortunately, we will have to go through another insurance claim.  The water mitigaters dried up the wet areas, and the restoration workers took the carpet in the hallway and my daughter’s room.  The wet carpet in the bedroom is from the water going under the bathroom wall.  That’s legit.  The hallway, though, that’s our bad.

Maybe I should start at the beginning…

My husband was out of town, so after our failed attempts to clear the toilet, he Amazon shipped us Green Gobbler (a chemical that eats away the biological blockage).  My 17 year old daughter opened it up Saturday morning after prompting from her father’s phone call.  She didn’t read all of the directions; specifically the part that instructs to pour the chemical into a mostly empty toilet.  The toilet wasn’t mostly empty, or even partially empty, no matter how pessimistic one may be.  The chemical reaction caused the water to rise and the toilet to overflow.  Immediately after pouring the chemical, my daughter put a small shelf in front of the door; after all, her dad said not to allow anyone near it.

Of course, no one realized the problem until the kitchen started leaking.  The kitchen this time, because our contractor had the foresight to take every precaution against another incident in the pantry.

The girls noticed the ceiling in the kitchen getting wet.  While I was out getting groceries, my older kids (bless their hearts for trying to help) decided to empty the toilet so they could use the Green Gobbler again.  The idea was to put the dirty water into a trash bag, carry the bag outside, and dump it on the lawn.  They filled the trash bag, and almost made it to the stairs when the chemical caused the bag to burst.  Yep… poop water all up in the hallway, five feet from the bathroom.

That’s when I got home.

My only warning of a toilet overflow was a cryptic text: “Mom, buy three cans of carpet cleaner.”

I grounded the kids from everything fun in life, raged at my husband for not being home, and then ate my lunch while my husband made the insurance phone calls.

So how does this Toilet Overflow Post help you, dear Reader?  Well, I guess it doesn’t.  But ranting online is cheaper than therapy… you know, so I’ve heard… haha, it’s not like I need therapy… um, anymore…

I'd love to hear what has worked for you!

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