Taking the Plunge

 I have decided to finally start a blog. So it is only fitting that I begin with this story!  I hope you enjoy following!

Around 4 am this morning, Jonah came into bed to snuggle with me.  This is a usual occurrance if he isn't sleeping well.  He started to whisper something that I couldn't quite understand.  I finally figured it out.  He had to poop!  I told him well, come on, lets go.  Off to the bathroom we went.  Everything was fine until I flushed the toilet. I had remembered earlier in the evening that Ava had said that something was wrong with it, that it wouldn't go down.  I told her not to worry, I would fix it.  Well, of course, I forgot. 

So here I am, in the wee hours of the day, with the water to the brim.  No big deal!  I grab the plunger and get to work.  Next thing I know, off pops the handle!  The plunger is wedged in the hole of the toilet!  STUCK! Seriously STUCK! UGH!  All kinds of thoughts run through my head. John is out of town and I gotta call the plumber for a stuck plunger, OH BOY!  There's toilet paper and well, Jonah's business in there, so I can't just stick my hand in there and get ahold of it! What do I do??  Finally after many attempts to screw the handle back on and pull ever so slightly, the suction breaks and the toilet flushes! Crisis averted! Back to bed to snuggle with my boy!