Why is an overflowing toilet such a memorable event? I'd rather my memories be full of all the fun times we've shared going to the ice cream parlor, the beach, or the candy shop on Port A! Our times on this beautiful island certainly cannot be overshadowed by slow-draining bathtubs and leaks under the bathroom sink. I think the reason these toilet events became so memorable is simply because I failed to call a qualified professional plumber. I decided to DIY my own plumbing disasters.
This I do not recommend. Looking back, it was a rookie mistake. Mature adults don't mess with their own clogged toilets. They get a licensed professional plumber who has the tools, know-how, and experience to fix it right the first time, without having to wait for the kids to go to bed, and without needing to take a shot of tequila before approaching the potty full of poopy paper supposedly clogged by the clear plastic lid to a small pie. That's right. There was a small pie lid, which could not be extracted under any circumstances until an actual real professional plumbing expert came onto the scene... after months of intermittent clogging, plunging, removing, and replacing of the suffering toilet.
During this time of recurring potty problems, my oldest son erased the "cute" chalkboard sign I had made for them which read "Wipe. Flush. Wash." He wrote a more accurate To-Do list for the boys' toilet activities: "Crap. Clog. Blame."
And while that sign still hangs in the boys' bathroom... I know better now. I'm calling an actual local plumber, so that I can go back out and enjoy this beautiful beachy weather on Port Aransas.