I had to walk down the hall and step outside. On the way to the door my oldest who had been part of this fiasco inquired if we had managed to fix it after he had left. I told him now that they would all have to go out and poop in the woods. That was fine with me because I was never going back in there to try to fix it again! I stepped out on the porch and cried. Yes, I cried. Over a toilet, you ask incredulously! YES! It was the most horrendous, disgusting, aggravating, hopeless endeavor I have endured! I agree with my second son who declared the whole system faulty at best!
I took several deep breaths. I offered the whole situation up to the Lord. Hubby came out. He took one look at me. I looked at him. He started grinning and told me that our oldest had told him that he had to poop in the woods. Then he started cracking up and so did I! My gosh! How did we get to be forty-four years old and we can’t do a simple thing like change a wax ring on the toilet! It is pathetic. It is ludicrous. But we weren’t defeated. Yet. He had one more idea on how to secure this thing to the floor since our flange was all rusted and not capable of holding the bolt.
We ran out to the store and returned with his solution. We said a prayer aloud in the van asking, in Jesus’ name, for blessing upon this last attempt to secure our toilet. I mean, God cares about even the little things, right? If two of you agree to anything in My name … right? Wrong. It didn’t work. He looked up at me from his position, once again on the floor, and I looked at him. He looked me straight in the eye and very seriously said, “We’re done.” I replied, “We most certainly are.”
The good thing is that now he won’t care if I call a plumber to come in and save the day. He has had it. He is fed up. We spent literally over three hours on this problem—three very arduous, frustrating, and painful hours. The plumber has been called. We will use the one toilet in our bathroom till Monday and get through. BUT we will NOT go in there together again and try to do this ourselves.

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