Well folks, it’s happened again. My hubby leaves for one day and all hell breaks loose here at home. Okay, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but it really is kind of ridiculous how many crazy things happen when he’s gone! You see, a few days ago the hubby noticed that we were having some kitchen sink issues. He was doing the dishes and put some things in the garbage disposal, and then they backed up into the other sink. Gross, right? We bought some liquid plumber, and used a little of that, and it seemed to do the trick…or so we thought. Last night, per my hubby away M.O. I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning cleaning and organizing. At midnight-ish, I decided to do my last chore before going to bed–the dishes. This turned out to be a horrible idea. As I was putting the last of some week-old beef stew down the garbage disposal, I saw that the sink was once again backing up! Drat!
I determined that there was probably a clog in a pipe, and that I felt confident enough to tackle taking apart a bit of pipe to check for clogs. I got a pan to put under the sink to catch the water that would drain out of the pipes and started taking apart the pipes. While I was prepared for a bit of water, I was NOT prepared for the fountain spray of week-old, beefy, stewy water that sprayed EVERYWHERE. It went all over the place underneath the sink, ran out onto the floor, and soaked me. Yes. I was covered in old, beefy, stewy water. Ick. Paul the Dog on the other hand, seemed to love it! The worst part about it all? There was no clog in the pipes! I have since determined that there is some sort of jam/ leak in the actual garbage disposal…but that seems too advanced for me, so I’m waiting for the hubby to come home tomorrow to address that! For now, the sink is at least usable again…not sure what I did, but it’s flushed out enough to be able to wash hands and such. However, the garbage disposal is leaking so I’ve kept a pan underneath the sink.
I did manage to take a picture of the beefy, stewy aftermath. It kind of looks like someone barfed underneath my sink. Icky!
P.S. Dear Hubby, if you’re reading this, I hope you’re planning on reading up on garbage disposal repair on your way home tomorrow
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