Thanksgiving. . .

 This Thanksgiving, I found myself unexpectedly being thankful that we have more than one toilet in our house. Because. . .

The one and only bathroom (technically, a half-bath) on the main floor of the house, the one company most definitely uses, became unusable around 9 p.m. on Wednesday night when DH decided that would be a good time to attempt to clear a suspected small clog in the plumbing by plungering the main floor toilet. And plungering. And plungering as hard and fast as he could.

Result: 

• toilet leaking around the seal at the floor.  
• Very wet bathroom.  
• Very wet basement directly under the drain for that bathroom.
• Lots and lots of wet towels

Secondary result: 

• unhappy wife (who had spent nearly an hour earlier that day deep cleaning said bathroom and readying it for having 12 additional potty trained people in our home for Thanksgiving Day).  
• Unusable bathroom for Thanksgiving festivities.

Tertiary result:

• wife had to squeeze company-standards-cleaning the upstairs bath (the one our kids used while living at home) AND the master bath (and tidying the master bedroom since that's how you access the master bath) into her Thanksgiving itinerary (with, you know, roasting a turkey, prepping veggie dishes, recleaning the kitchen after food prep, making sure there's enough seating for all the guests, etc).
• all guests had a good laugh when they heard why they had to climb a flight of stairs just to go pee because their Dad/Papa had plungered the toilet to death.

Multiple toilets are a good thing.  I'm thankful we own three.