A Blockage and a Potty!

Blockage: The act of obstructing. Something that obstructs; an obstacle.

So today I have the pleasure of hosting the blog hop, along with @Judith Kingston from http://www.secretsofthesandpit, for the lovely Emma @crazywithtwins. As those of you who have already linked up or are following all of the wonderful posts you know we are all here blogging to show support for her and attempting to cheer her up whilst she is unable to cuddle her precious children during her gruelling radiotherapy treatment.

I am so pleased to be able to start this post with some GOOD NEWS from the lovely lady herself! Last night Emma sent Judith and I an email…

On day 3 of isolation, after excessive drinking, peeing, showering and other activities you don’t want to know about…my radiation emission levels dropped unexpectedly to 700, meaning I was safe to be discharged from isolation. I still cannot come within 1-2 metres of any human being (or cat) but have gone home and been given estimated dates for cuddles with my husband on 5th June, 6yr old Bunny on 11th June and 1yr old twins on 16th of June!
This is 6 days early and for any bloggers going to Britmums Live or the BiB awards ceremony… I WILL SEE YOU THERE!!!

This is absolutely fantastic news, but even though she is home Emma is still not able to do what she is so desperate to do, and that is cuddle her girls, so….here is my ‘humorous’ post and my attempt to cheer her up.

Over the past few weeks I have thought long and hard about which story to tell to make you all laugh, to cheer everybody, especially Emma up! I have plenty of embarrassing tales to tell…I am one of those people that things seem to just happen to! I could tell you my most recent tale of mortification upon where I was walked in on whilst hovering over an aeroplane toilet by the fittest guy on the plane, who then had to stand there red faced whilst I ‘finished up’ infront of everyone enjoying the flight. Who, having heard my scream of sheer terror, had realised what had happened and were sat, squirming in their seats stifling laughter. I can tell you that summing up the courage to walk out of that toilet was sodding difficult. And as I did, those stifled giggles erupted into full blown bloody guffaws. *cringes at the memory*

But I’ve decided to tell you another tale of bodily functions and desperation instead. (Lucky us I hear you cry!) When I was a single parent my daughter and I lived in a ground floor flat. It was a gorgeous and spacious flat in an old Victorian building, attached to a new build with three more flats inside. We had lived there for couple of years and I’d slowly been renovating, one room at a time. The kitchen had been done, the windows double glazed and the night storage heaters upgraded to ones that actually kicked out some heat, all be it at three in the morning. The one room left to do was the bathroom. It was a glorious shade of pink, with asbestos under the ancient and crumbling tiles. There was no window, and the sewage pipe from the three flats above ran down one wall and was bricked off. The bathroom was mostly functional….all apart from the ageing, pink toilet. It was temperamental. Very, very temperamental. As long as you used it correctly it would do you no harm, but the minute you broke the rules, the second you stepped out of line, the toilet became your worst enemy and was a pain in the sodding arse. (No pun intended) Vomit, for example, was one thing it did not like and instead of swallowing it up and sending it down the waste pipes to the sewers below it would regurgitate the stuff and vomit itself. Too much toilet paper and it would block, leaving you to put on rubber gloves up to your elbow and scoop the damn stuff out. (Retching continuously as you did, but knowing you couldn’t vomit in the bloody thing as that would only make it worse) I bought fancy plungers and manufactured my own ‘unblockers’ out of wire coat hangers and tennis balls, and mostly fixed it myself. But…then the day came which made me loathe my toilet more than ever and vow to rip it out with my bare hands and replace it as soon as was humanly possible.

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It was a normal morning, but the toilet was ready to ruin it. It blocked. Who knows why on this occasion, but it blocked. I went to work doing all of my usual many tried and tested techniques. Scooped the contents out with my bare hands as I’d thrown my last pair of overused rubber gloves away and forgotten to buy more. *heaves at the memory* Swearing and cursing under my breath I flushed, hoping magically that it would all be back to normal. But no. The f***ing thing was still f***ing blocked. And another problem was brewing, one that with me when you need to go you need to go. And I had no-where to bloody go. A plumber was called who promised he’d be there within the hour. I knew I couldn’t last that long. I tried the other flats and all of my neighbours were of course out, or ignoring me, in cahoots with the toilet, and not answering their doors. My daughter was with me, I had to wait for the plumber and we didn’t live near enough to anywhere for me to pop out relive myself and then pop back. Walking didn’t help, sitting down didn’t help, squeezing my butt cheeks together so hard I could cry didn’t help. I was going to go whether I liked it or not, and I had no f***ing toilet to go in. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw….the potty. The tiny little white potty. No I thought, that would be disgusting, I cannot possibly do it in the potty. Besides, where would I put it when I’d finished?! But my stomach growled as if speaking to me saying, ‘for goodness just do it woman, I can’t hold it in much longer, just sodding squat and do your business…NOW!’

And so ladies and gentlemen. I did. With my then 2 year old daughter watching me of course and all the while sh***ing myself that the buzzer would ring and the plumber would arrive right in the middle of my relief. I won’t give you the gory details, but let’s just say it was better out than in. I then, feeling immense relief but immense disgust, got a carrier bag from under the sink, (after I’d hoiked myself up, my thigh muscles did not like squatting for that long) scooped it up and threw it in the bin. My mum was the only person I ever told, until now, about this incident. She laughed so hard that her tea flew out of her mouth and across the room. I’ve never heard her laugh like that before…or indeed since!!

The toilet and bathroom were hastily replaced after that day, and never again have I had the misfortune of needing to use a potty. Have you?

You can catch up with Emma’s news on her blog: http://www.crazywithtwins.com/ and follow her on Twitter: @crazywithtwins
Tomorrow we hand the baton over to PODcast, @The_Doves, but for now if you have a happy, humorous or inspiring post PLEASE add it to the link below and show your support! Xx

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22 Comments on A Blockage and a Potty!

  1. judithkingston
    May 25, 2013 at 5:16 am (4 years ago)

    That is foxing hilarious!! You poor thing!

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    • InstinctiveMum
      May 25, 2013 at 7:03 am (4 years ago)

      The mental scars are still with me. 😉

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  2. crazywithtwins
    May 25, 2013 at 6:33 am (4 years ago)

    Haha I can’t say ive ever been in a potty, but I used to drive to Sainsburys to go to the loo when I lived in a grotty house share. The boys I lived with refused to get rid of the slugs that had moved into our tiny toilet. So I used to pee in the sink in my bedroom and drive to Sainsburys or work for anything more incriminating.

    Thankyou for sharing and hosting 🙂 xx

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    • InstinctiveMum
      May 25, 2013 at 7:02 am (4 years ago)

      Pleasure! I told a friend this story yesterday and she admitted to using a tea-bag to wipe her bum once, she said it was surprisingly absorbent lol! #andyesihavepeedinasinktoo 😉 xx

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  3. Nell @ the Pigeon Pair and Me
    May 25, 2013 at 9:21 am (4 years ago)

    Ha ha that’s brilliant!

    I got locked into my bedroom once, and had to use a plant pot for pee relief. I’m sure it helped the parlour palm thrive!

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    • InstinctiveMum
      May 25, 2013 at 9:40 am (4 years ago)

      Hahaha I knew everyone would have a tale of having to ‘go’ somewhere where there was no toilet! That has made me chuckle! 😉

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  4. dragonsflypoppy
    May 25, 2013 at 10:14 am (4 years ago)

    So so funny!! I remember you tweeting the airplane toilet story, was great! :)) Have linked up a little something for Emma xx

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    • InstinctiveMum
      May 26, 2013 at 8:46 am (4 years ago)

      Ah the aeroplane story will never leave me! Am flying again on Tuesday and will NOT be using the toilet lol! Thank you for linking up…your post (and garden!) is beautiful x

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  5. suzanne3childrenandit
    May 25, 2013 at 12:31 pm (4 years ago)

    Ha ha ha! I love that you reserved this tale of embarrassment especially for Emma, I hope that she feels sufficiently ‘special’!! I think we’ve all done these things in the past – needs must at times! 😉

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    • InstinctiveMum
      May 26, 2013 at 8:46 am (4 years ago)

      ‘Needs must’ is a phrase I use a lot lol! 😉

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    • InstinctiveMum
      May 26, 2013 at 8:47 am (4 years ago)

      Oh I think I need to hear that story lol! Thank you for helping with the link! 😉

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  6. Helen Braid
    May 25, 2013 at 8:28 pm (4 years ago)

    How hilarious! What a nightmare – can’t believe all the neighbours were out! Hope this made Emma laugh xx

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    • InstinctiveMum
      May 26, 2013 at 8:48 am (4 years ago)

      Lol I know, all out! Hope Emma laughed too! Thank you for reading as always xx

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  7. Verily Victoria Vocalises
    May 27, 2013 at 7:51 pm (4 years ago)

    I literally cried with laughter over this post, I really did. It’s one of the funniest I’ve read (can you tell i like toilet humour?!) I am doing the BritMums Carnival on 18th June and it’s called You’ve Been Famed for any funny or embarrassing moments. I’d love for you to link this post for that!

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    • InstinctiveMum
      May 28, 2013 at 10:11 am (4 years ago)

      Hehe glad you found it funny! And yes I will definitely link up! Xx

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  8. Keynko (@Keynko)
    May 29, 2013 at 11:31 am (4 years ago)

    I feel your pain! been there and done that many many years ago!

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    • InstinctiveMum
      June 5, 2013 at 12:47 pm (4 years ago)

      Haha SO glad I’m not the only one! 😉

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  9. sarahhillwheeler
    June 18, 2013 at 2:00 pm (4 years ago)

    Oh dear, but you made me laugh. One day I’ll share my vomitting into my hat in business class story (had forgotten it until now). Actually…a few bad toilet moments are coming back to me (the most recent involving a 4YO and a bottle of pepsi on the M25).
    Hope your new loo was worth it.

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  10. Zaz (@mama_andmore)
    June 23, 2013 at 8:33 pm (4 years ago)

    Holy crap! (seriously!) That made me properly burst out laughing! I remember being in a nightclub and jumping the massive queue for the girls by barging into the men’s… and then having to hover over a urinal, burgh!

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    • InstinctiveMum
      June 26, 2013 at 7:49 am (4 years ago)

      Haha oh we’ve all been there! Mens’ toilets are disgusting, would rather have to use a potty any day!! 😉

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