Water, Water Everywhere...

...but not a drop to drink. (Or, alternately, "When it rains, it pours".)  It could have been worse.  It could have been worse.  That's what I'm telling myself.  

(Sidenote: I feel like I'm saying that a lot recently...our freezer unplugged while we were on vacation and only the top stuff thawed? It could have been worse...Our sump pump quit working and Tim had to manually empty it every two hours for a day and water was everywhere in our utility room?  It could have been worse...Honestly, I really could have done without ANY of these situations BUT...they could have been worse. Sigh.)  

Back to my story. So Monday night our sink drain quit draining, despite Tim's best efforts to fix it.  (Taking a plunger and trying to unclog the clog...Draino...run the garburator...taking a plunger and trying to unclog the clog...wait, did I say that already?) ANYWAY, it was draining v.e.r.y. s.l.o.w.l.y. and then it might speed up, and then it would be fine, so you know, it's a clog, right?  It'll eventually work itself out, right? WRONG.

Tell me if I'm misunderstanding a sink's job, but last I checked you were supposed to be able to fill it up with water with a tap, and then drain it when you're done.  The sink is not supposed to fill itself up, from the pipes, right?  Well, last night Tim and I had a bit of a rude awakening...

Around 2:50 Tim bolted out of bed and raced to the kitchen.  I was a little slower on the uptake and followed suit about 30 seconds later to find out was wrong.  I wandered to the kitchen...and there was WATER EVERYWHERE.  Overflowing out of the sink (which was weird, cause neither of us are stupid enough to leave the tap on), all over the counter, all over the floor.  Tim had made himself busy trying to empty the sink and I raced downstairs and there was water everywhere in the utility room.  It was leaking down from the kitchen and there was a lot of it.  At first I thought it was coming out of a pipe that burst, but it turns out there's a hole in our kitchen floor from our renos (we've been meaning to get it fixed, but the water had to go somewhere, and there was conveniently a bucket basically underneath it).   I finally cleared my brain and was able to get Tim downstairs to shut off the water (Sidenote: I know how to turn the water off now. Whew!)  Apparently turning off the water halted the flow of water coming UP THE PIPES.  Go figure.  Our sink works backwards.  At least it was clean water (which makes no sense - because it drains to the sewer...or maybe it doesn't??  I don't know anymore!)

Not our sink.  But this is what is was doing.  Minus the soap.

Anyway, I then grabbed some towels, and started mopping up the water in the kitchen (which also got in our drawers and cabinets...ugh) while Tim emptied the sink and then mopped up the water, which was thankfully contained to the utility room.

We finally went to bed an hour later.  I slept great after that, I don't think Tim did.  First thing we (Tim) did this morning was call a plumber, who is coming in this afternoon to have a look at it.

So yeah...It could have been worse.  The end.