She flushed a toy down the toilet again. This is the third time.
And I'm plunging with every single flush, and saying a little prayer. Maybe this time will be the last, but not my will - please, Lord, Yours!
I asked the Warrior Daddy if he felt God changing his calling. Maybe a plumber? Our eyes connect, communication without words. We are good at this communication.
And as I'm plunging for the fifth time today, with half a day to live before bedtime, all I can feel is thankfulness for this toilet. I wouldn't have to plunge and clean if we had a hole in the backyard, but I am so stinking blessed! I have a toilet.
