There is trouble in the Sommerer bathroom. (Not that kind of trouble.)
About a week ago Lloyd and I awoke in the week hours to the sound of somebody flushing the toilet. It wasn’t him, and it wasn’t me, so obviously it had to be a deceased person or a robber. Yikes! (You know it’s a bad choice when you’re rooting for the ghost.)
It took me a bit to figure out that it wasn’t a whole flush – it was the tank refilling. Apparently there is a slow leak from the tank, so over the course of the night it loses enough water, and then has to refill. You might remember that I installed a ‘water saving’ mechanism that scours water across the bottom of the tank as it fills, so it is very! noisy!
This has happened nightly since, and is freaky every time.
The trouble is there is some gross build-up inside the tank and also on the flapper. This morning I turned off the water, took out the flapper, and have it soaking in a cup of vinegar upstairs. I’m writing this post now and I’m making it really, really long because I don’t want to go upstairs and scrub the yuck off of it. *procrastination jibblies*
Ok, I’ll go do it.
(Time passes.)
Heh. Here’s what really happened. I dorked around on the internet for another 20 minutes then finally went upstairs. The flapper is scrubbed. Hopefully it will be a restful, non-haunted night.
No photos today, though, due to subject matter. I care about your stomach.
Brad says
I continue to have all kinds of pink growing in my bathroom. I just washed my shower curtains last week. They were embarrassingly dirty. But I haven’t checked the inside of my toilet tank. And now I’m afraid to.
Lauren says
I, too have the pink, but this is different -- more like a slimey lime scale, Bleh.
Peggy says
Do zombies go to the bathroom? I’m just wondering….
Rae says
They do, if you count 6 year olds in the middle of the night…
Rae says
Are the “week” hours of the night the same ones as the “wee” hours of the night? Cuz if they are, I am awaken at this time of the night with bathroom noises, too. But these are those from a 6 year old boy…
Keren Lowell says
I kid you not. Every night I tuck the boys in. Back scratches, snuggles, kisses, more hugs and kisses, lights out. Then after a quiet minute in the dark, I hear ‘I gotta pee.’