All the bad things that have happened today can be traced back to postpartum hair loss. A middle finger to you, postpartum hair loss!
Ryan woke up this morning to a flooded kitchen.
Our shower drain had been running slowly for days, and we both knew it was because giant clumps of my hair have been swirling down the drain every time I shampoo. Then, yesterday, I noticed our kitchen sink was running slowly. By evening it had completely stopped draining. Two trips to Home Depot and one dirty, smelly, silty sink later, we gave up trying and resolved to call a plumber in the morning.
But then Ryan showered this morning, and we're pretty sure the giant hair clog that was hanging out somewhere in the pipes decided to make sure nothing was going to drain AT ALL. So, all of his shower water came up the kitchen sink, and overflowed onto the floor and the counters and even into some of my cupboards.
And we were like, Aw man, postpartum hair loss. This is your fault! Middle finger.
Ryan took a half-day from work so he could help me clean up, and once the plumber left we actually ended up having fun while we washed piles of drippy wet dishes and bleached the floor and counters. You know, the kind of fun where you're totally annoyed at the same time. Thankfully there were only a few losses, like the cardboard box our garbage bags came in and a box of swiffer sheets, which, for me, is quite tragic since I use those suckers every day to wipe up millions of hairs. (MIDDLE FINGER.)
The upside of all of this is that we're going out for supper tonight. I've done enough dishes for one day.
And now you've read an entire blog post about a drain clog caused by postpartum hair loss. I'm sorry.