Today, I decided to semi-clean out my fridge by getting rid of some expired food. I started the line up, & put one thing after the other down the disposal. When I got to my last item, I noticed that the other side of the sink was starting to back up w/ spaghetti bits. The next thing I knew, there was a gush under the sink. I opened the cupboard doors, & spaghetti sauce & water rushed out & covered my feet, & everything under the sink
My sink threw up:
It really did look like projectile vomit, & it smelled like it too.
Well of course William was very interested in what was going on, so he started crawling over to play in the mess. I picked him up & sprinted down the street (running barefoot on hot asphalt while holding a baby is not the most pleasant thing, but then again, neither is spaghetti spewed under my sink). When my neighbor, Kris, answered the door, I told her that my under-sink had exploded & asked if she could take Will. She probably thought I was crazy. I then ran back home to take care of the mess (my thoughts while running home: 'Wow, running feels great! It's been a really long time since I've run - I feel like I could go forever.' - That's right, no thought of the mess inside, just feelings of freedom & feeling like an athlete). When I got in the kitchen, I thought, 'nothing's going to get worse if I run upstairs to get my camera for pictures - I need proof to show Scott how disgusting this is . . . & I could use an update on the blog').
After I cleared everything out, I started to wipe the water (& other remnants) into a tupperware - this may sound very gross, but when the water/spaghetti sauce mixture fell into the tupperware, it sounded like throwing up (I'm really glad I'm not pregnant because I would have lost my stomach. It was really disgusting).
I was very inspired to take care of all this mess by myself (I was feeling quite independent) after reading THIS blog , so I got buckets from the garage & prepared to take the pipes apart under the sink. Of course as soon as I tried turning one of the "bolts" (that's what I'm calling them), it wouldn't budge. So I was off (running barefoot again - it felt so good!) to the neighbors to get the man of the house's help. Aaron came over with some buckets & tools & helped me flush out the pipes & emptied all of the mess into the toilet since we couldn't empty it into the sink. After everything was put back together, I finished cleaning up, & I now have the privilege of having a very clean & organized cupboard under my sink. Happy Day!