I tossed and turned last night, and I don’t think Sophia got much sleep either. We were so anxious and eager to move into our new home; it’s all we could talk about for the rest of the night. Even Desiree had trouble falling asleep. At an appropriate hour, we hopped out of bed, got ready, and had breakfast. Just as we prepared to head out, I received a frantic call from our tenants. They said a toilet was spewing out sewage! I had to get over there right away, but I was very skeptical. Dad and I had no maintenance problems when we lived there, but now they’re saying there’s some kind of leak? The house was old when he bought it, so it could just be something that would have happened anyway, but I don’t think that’s the case. I bet they clogged the toilet and now it won’t stop running. They better not be flushing diapers.
Jilliana met me at the door and told me where to find the problem as if I didn’t know. Owen was in the bathroom trying and failing at cleaning up the mess, and I appreciated the effort.
“How did this happen?” I ask.
“I don’t know! One minute I’m sitting here reading the paper and the next it’s all coming back at me!”
So, what he’s really saying is he uses too much toilet paper. Got it.
“Alright. I’ll get it sorted,” I said.
That was his cue to leave, but he stands over me as I attempt to decide where to begin. I’m no stranger to the wrench anymore, but I’ve never fixed a toilet before. And let’s not forget how disgusting this entire situation is on top of being watched. I feel ill-equipped to handle this on my own, but I owe it to myself to try, however, so I give it a whirl before calling in a professional.
Without knowing how to start, I treat it just like every other sink I’ve unclogged. Toilets have plumbing just like sinks do, so surely the mechanics are the same. I get going, all the while trying to avoid getting drenched by the literal shit storm. I can’t tell what’s worse: a deluge of adult sewage or the smelliest poopy diaper. At some point, Owen sees how useless he is and leaves me alone. I felt much better without eyes on me and keep at it until I eventually stop the leak.
I’m so proud, not just because I avoided getting showered, but because I figured it out. I crushed it! Dad would be so proud of me right now. With the flood stopped, all that’s left to do is clean up and leave. I thought about leaving the mess for them to clean up, but I could already see the ratings drop and the negative review. Besides, this is still my house, and the only one who’s going to care for it properly is me.
Before leaving, I told the Sages I’m going to do a walk-through and make sure everything else is in order. They were having a nice family moment with their twins and kind of ignored me, so I did what I needed to do. Besides, it was kinda nice to see them in better spirits because first impressions last a long time.
The other bathroom and kitchen sink appeared to be in working order, which made my theory about the toilet paper and/or diaper flushing even stronger. If they call me again soon with the same problem, I know something.
I left them and returned home to gather my family and bid farewell to the house of my dreams. For so long, this house consumed my thoughts. I’d never been so focused or devoted to achieving something before. In the beginning, I had no idea how I’d ever be able to afford such a home, but I manifested it and made it happen. Now, I must close this chapter and move onto the next. We’re leaving behind so many memories here, some good, and some bad ones too, but they all make up our story. We wouldn’t be the sims we are today without the good, bad, and ugly, so it is with great gratitude that I leave this place. So long, Parkside Place in Hopewell Hills. You’ve been very good to us.
