So, I learned a valuable bit of information yesterday that I definitely want memorialized in print, so that my children can access it sometime in the future. The rest of you can go ahead and use it now. 🙂
When you are cleaning the bathrooms, be careful when removing the soap from the soap dispenser with wet hands. On more than one occasion, that pesky soap has gone flying across the bathroom. Today, however, it landed in the open toilet. You know, the one that was getting cleaned for the first time in I won’t say how long. The super strong chemicals were already soaking away, doing what they do best, and then that bar of soap just dive-bombed right in.
I wasn’t sure what to do. Well, I knew for sure I wasn’t going to try and fish out the soap. Even if it was specially-imported-from-America Irish Spring. The ick factor was just too great. I couldn’t let Chris use that on his innocent little face, no matter how much I washed it off. I would never be able to kiss his face again. 🙂 Plus, I figured any utensils I used to try and grab it wouldn’t work, seeing how the soap was already so slippery to begin with. And I most definitely wasn’t going in after it with my bare hands. Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.
But that bar of soap wasn’t that old. Meaning it was still kind of big. If I tried to flush it, it would totally get stuck, clog up the toilet, and then I would have an even bigger mess to clean up. So I did the only thing I could do. I ignored it. Yep, I just shut the toilet lid, finished cleaning the rest of the bathroom and then walked away. I had some small, vague plan of figuring out what to do with it during the course of the day. You know, research it on the internet or something. That didn’t happen either.
The soap just sat there, for hours. Finally, I realized that my inability to come up with a good solution, was actually the perfect solution. The soap had been sitting in water for hours. And what does soap do when it’s in water? It dissolves!!! So I grabbed the toilet brush and tested out my theory. But I couldn’t feel anything there at all. The brush didn’t bump up against anything. So I took a chance that my theory was correct after all, and flushed the toilet, being prepared to spring back and scream if the dreaded overflowing started to occur.
Everything seemed to be in perfect working order. I flushed a few more times over the next few minutes, and there was no hint of a problem. So there’s my tip for you. When in doubt, wait it out, and the problem takes care of itself! 🙂