Okay, so we’re currently living in a rental until we can figure out where we want to go for our permanent home. I’ve mentioned in the past that our rental is in really poor condition. Damaged light switches, lights that flicker on several moments later than they should, toilets that take forever to fill up, which I recently learned is a result of hard water clogging them up. Well, the toilets have proven to be the biggest cause of our woes, with the downstairs one being the worst. And last week, boy, did it outdo itself this time.
We typically avoid using this toilet because it has always functioned so poorly. You have to hold the handle down for a while to get it to flush, and even then, it seems very reluctant to do its job. There has also always been an…unpleasant smell within the toilet’s vicinity that remains unexplained to this day. It is actually located in a small room underneath the stairs, and halfway down the steps is when you’ll always be hit with a very unwanted odor.
So last Saturday, Mother Duck is upstairs taking care of the kitty litter boxes. And I hear water trickling. I think to myself…it’s not like Mother Duck to leave the water running before she even needs it. I get that you should wash your hands after scooping the litter, but you certainly don’t do this during the process. I head towards the stairs and realize that the water is closer than I think.
I peer into the bathroom, and water appears to be flowing from the little flexible pipe connecting to the toilet down near the floor. At my discovery, Mother Duck rushes downstairs to try and figure out how to turn the water off. As she does that, my eyes glide upwards to find the true source of the water flow. The toilet tank has a huge crack splitting it from top to bottom, right through the handle. And no one had even used the blasted thing in who knows how long!
So once the water is turned off, we open the tank and start scooping water out as fast as we can. I use a small plastic container, while Mother Duck has grabbed the first thing that came to mind, her brand new gingerbread man coffee mug that she got for Christmas, already stocked with coffee creamer in preparation for a hot beverage once her litter scooping was complete. As we frantically scoop water into the sink, a stream of water is slowly working its way out of the room and down the hallway towards the many stacks of boxes containing our many possessions.
Fortunately, it doesn’t take us long to empty the tank, filled with dirty and rusty water, and then Mother Duck gets to work wiping up the encroaching tide with towels. It doesn’t reach our boxes and is quelled inches before claiming our shoes. The plastic container and coffee mug are the only casualties and are thrown away.
So despite being a rather upsetting ordeal, no harm was done, though we are, frankly, quite shaken. Imagine if this had happened when we weren’t home! We’re actually not sure if this hasn’t happened before, as the master bedroom smelled musty when we first moved in, and the closet right next to the toilet has a floor that seems to sag a bit more than it should. Was there past water damage we were not told about?
So as I type this post, we’ve both been really nervous about this rental, which continues to have problem after problem. We have lived in a dozen places over the years, spanning houses, townhouses, apartments, new and old, and never before have we lived in a place so poorly cared for. This is already our third appointment, and there are plenty of issues we aren’t even asking to have fixed or have fixed ourselves. On a more hopeful note, we might have finally settled on a town we want to move to, so it’s only a matter of finding the right house. Because honestly, I think I’ve had enough of standing barefoot in toilet water, thank you very much.
Edit: Now another toilet tank is starting to crack in the exact same spot. We’re going to preemptively turn the water off and drain it before it floods the upstairs. Our plumber is currently working to replace the downstairs toilet, but we now need to set up an entirely new appointment because the plumber doesn’t yet have permission to replace the other cracked toilet. Yikes, we’ve never had such an awful rental before!
Another Edit: 2/3 toilets have now been replaced, though we’re keeping a weary eye on the final original toilet in case it would like to engage in some shenanigans, as well. Though this house is in abysmal condition, I’m glad that the landlord has been obliging about getting things fixed.