Well Poop...

Or at least in the form of diluted tinged water in the floors of the bathrooms.  Our sewer got backed up again.  The last time it happened it took several days to fix that included the landlord bringing out a professional with what amounts to a water pressure cleaner.  We had also mistakenly assumed that the first time they tried to fix it without the professional that we were in the clear, and audience, I'm here to say we were definitely not in the clear. Our laundry room is beneath one of the bathrooms, and the floor is absolutely not waterproof.  Yes, that's concerning, and if it were our house, we'd get that sorted right quick.  This time around, we got minor dripping compared to the inches of water in the room last time. So I guess that's something.

THIS time at least, I noticed the toilets were being persnickety, and only got a small amount of water up through the bathroom floor drains before we banned water in the house and got hold of the landlord.  Took them into the night to get it sorted.  They seem convinced it's resolved, but we're proceeding cautiously.

I went to bed early last night.  I was totally spent.  There is something about the anxiety of having my bodily functions limited in a way that leaves me feeling nervous about it.  Things as I've gotten older have gotten less predictable and even if it ends up being unfounded, I feel a certain level of stress about it. 

Sanitized the bathroom floor with bleach last night, and doing another proper mop this morning.  Then we'll cross fingers and I'll finally get a shower. 

Nothing like acute stress to take your mind off of chronic stress, eh?