The aforementioned nanny had a bad habit. She would use our bathroom and then forget to flush the toilet. This would annoy me to no end. I would get ready to give my kids a bath and one of them would lift up the toilet seat (a fun game for all toddlers). Inside I'd find the leftovers of a non-flush incident. I would get so angry but did not have the guts to tell her that if she was going to use our bathroom, she needed to use it properly. It was just embarrassing for all parties.
I, myself, have been guilty of such an incident that still will send shivers down my spine when I think about it. We were selling our home in Houston and therefore had tons of people tromping through it on a daily basis. In this instance, my son had just gotten home from the hospital and I was running on about an 4 hours worth of sleep in the past 4 days. We had to keep the twins separated because there is no protective immunity from RSV so they could just keep reinfecting each other back and forth all winter long.
My mom had my daughter on the first floor and I had my son on the 3rd floor. I had just put my son down for a nap and that he was fighting tooth and nail not to take. I realized after I put him down I needed to use the restroom. I crept into our master bath and went #1 and #2 in the potty as quiet as possible because I was not going to wake that child up on my watch. Then the flushing part, grrr, the flush will wake him up, he's right outside the door. Ok, I'll wait until he wakes up and come back and flush.
He woke up a while later, I was able to get some food down him and I had him in the kitchen with me when the phone rang. The realtor was coming by with people. Great (eye roll). I told her they had to come now because it was almost nap time again and I wasn't keeping my sick son up for them. They came right away and I went onto the 1st floor with my mom to stay out of these folks way. They finished touring the house and the husband/wife team was practically running to get out the front door. I stopped them in the entry way and tried to make nice small talk and see if they had any questions. They were like...nope, see ya! and ran out the door. I thought they were rather rude but I went back up to the 3rd floor to get back into my nest with my son. I rounded the corner into my bedroom when I saw the bathroom light on and the toilet lid lifted up. It hit me. Oh. My. God. I had forgotten to flush the toilet when my son woke up.
I felt sick to my stomach in embarrassment. I called our realtor and apologized, I just wanted to erase the last hour from my life. I called my husband and told him the story, almost crying because well, I was still in the I cry at everything mode from their birth. Then I got angry, why the hell were they lifting up my toilet lid. This is my house, did you go through my cabinets too? Who are you people!?!
Anyway, back to the nanny, her not flushing I felt was karma's way of laughing at me and my previous mistake. Fast forward a few months. The nanny has been let go two weeks prior and I'm in my daughters room. I smell a smell. Dirty diaper that fell behind the dresser? no. Dirty child? no. Someone poop in their bed? no. What the hell is that smell?
In my daughters bedroom there is a full bathroom. This house was built in the 1930s and her room used to be the master bedroom way back when. It's a nice little bathroom but we NEVER use it. We have, in fact, decided never to use it because the more you use something the more you have to clean it. There are 3 other bathrooms in this house besides that one so what's the point. I open up the door to the bathroom and take a look around, everything looked normal so I shut the door. Then it hit me. The toilet. The nanny was instructed to never use that bathroom, but what if she did? I crept towards the toilet and lifted the lid.
Inside is a horror that I can hardly describe without feeling sick again. Apparently the nanny had used this toilet and did not flush. Inside, there was nothing but brown/black water, toilet paper and...and...worms. I shit you not. There were fucking worms in the toilet. About 1/2 inch long, squiggling and writhing about in the dark water. I screamed out loud and in my head. I believe my words were oh my God-holy shit-what the fuck. Maybe I was dreaming, maybe I just thought I saw that, maybe this house is still haunted and some poltergeist made me see that when in fact it's a clean toilet. I thought, I'm going to open the lid again and there will be nothing there. I opened the lid and I could see the water splash as one of the worms did a swan dive off the side of the toilet. It was true. There were fucking worms in my fucking toilet. Good God Damn.
I ran and did the only thing I knew to do, I got a bottle of Clorox, dumped it down into the toilet and flushed about 20 times. After I flushed I cloroxed again and again and again. I called my husband and told him to go to the store and just buy out the aisle of clorox and get his ass home. This was an emergency. He turned green as I told him the story and who knows if he lost his lunch at work.
I called our doctor. Scared that the reason my kids had had the runs for months was because she gave them worms. He said, no, most likely the worms crawled up from the sewer because there was a food source for them. This is apparently common in this damn city. All tests were negative but holy shit I haven't been the same since. I did call the nanny and asked her to explain herself and she swears up and down she never used that toilet. But, based on previous behavior, I don't believe one word.
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