Day of Rest

It started out as a normal Sunday. I came home from church and was going to rest, rest, rest. 
It had been a long week, I had a great time with the kids in Nebraska, but I've had a bad cold and I was tired. 


For some reason, Art decided this was not the day he was going to rest, instead he was going to clean the kitchen, completely rearrange it, and throw stuff away. 
He was on one of his Art missions. 


Well, I was okay with this since the kitchen really needed a good cleaning, and I could rest and still give suggestions as to what needed to be cleaned, rearranged, and thrown away while sitting in front of the Lifetime Movie Channel,
But
It seemed the more my husband got into it the more frustrated he became.
 "I can't believe how many expired cans of food we have in this cupboard. What a waste." 


True enough I thought. Can Grocery shopping be an addiction? 
My chef husband loves the grocery store, but this is another story...moving on... 


fump, fump...grind grind....he was dumping  black bean  soup, corn, and whatever into the garbage disposal. 


"Why don't you just throw the cans away?" I asked. 
"I'm kinda curious to see what expired food looks like first," he responded. 


Really? 


It was at this point that things went crazy.... 


"The disposal is plugged up, and the plunger is not working," Art bellowed from the kitchen. 
"I hate plumbing." 


Art can fix almost anything, but when it comes to plumbing, it usually turns into a disaster first. 
My day of rest was soon to be over. 


Returning from Home Depot, Art said,
"I found just the thing to blow the blocked pipe out." 
"Attach this to a hose, stick it in the pipe and turn the water on. No more plugged pipe." 


Sounded good.
 First try. I was holding the hose in the pipe, and it blew brown water all over me. 
I screamed very loudly and we switched places. 


"Turn it on full," shouted Art, as he held the hose.


Well very long story short...
The thing didn't work, instead the water backed up and completely flooded the upstairs.
There was brown water, beans, corn and whatever all over my counters, under the sink, and floating on the floor. 


We didn't know it was happening until  water started dripping through the ceiling. 
So much for my day of rest. It took us hours and every towel we own to get the water cleaned up. 


Art will probably be upset I felt compelled to write about this, but I thought it might be good to share a couple of things I learned from this situation. 


1. Disposals are not for food? 
Thats what the plumber told us the next day.
What? 
I didn't even ask what they were for.  


2. Flooding under the sink is a good way to clean out the cupboard. I ended up throwing most every thing away, and now I can find what I'm looking for.  


3. All those used towels that you have been meaning to put in the rag bag, just might come in handy someday. Keep them. 


4. When you want a day of rest, don't let your husband clean the kitchen, no matter how good it sounds. Send him off to Bass Pro, it's worth the money.