A couple of weeks ago, Marc informed me that the downstairs commode was broken. “Broken, broken?” I asked, or just “Broken?” Turns out that while trying to flush, Marc discovered one more bit of janky work completed by our contractors in the form of a now severed, cheap-o plastic component to the inner-workings of our toilet. For most, this would probably not be much cause for concern. In the McAleavey, Jr. household, however, home repair is not high on the list of talents or priorities. [Take, for example, our stripped but never repainted front porch….another story, another day.]
Marc tells me that the repair should actually be quite simple and will require only a quick trip to Lowe’s for the new parts along with minimal elbow grease to change out the broken pieces. Add in our hectic schedules and a general lack of fix-it know-how, and you’ve got yourself a broken toilet…two weeks later. Well, this evening, I decided that I would not run up the stairs doing the pee-pee dance one day longer, nor would I lift the heavy porcelain lid from the tank one more time to manually flush. Today was the day to fix the toilet!
So, nonchalantly after dinner and while still wearing my work clothes, I turned off the water to the toilet [surprised I knew how?] and gave the ol’ boy a good flush. Once the tank emptied, I busted out the paper towels, dried off the ends of the broken pieces, and grabbed the duct tape from the tool box. A couple of loops around the little guy, and Voila! Turned the water back on…watched the tank fill…held my breath and flushed. It worked! Or did it? Does the toilet still sound like it’s running? Drats…looks like I’ve fixed one problem and created another. But at least I don’t have to mess around with taking the tank lid off anymore. And, by the way, is duct tape waterproof?