Live from the Fillmores Midwest

For the past few months, my bathtub drain has been driving me crazy. Maybe it's because "drain" is not at all what it did. I'd pour a half a bottle of Draino down it, find my problem fixed for about three days, and then discover the shower water about calf-deep once again, only 5 minutes into showering. What's the deal? I've lived in a house full of four sisters, all with mid-back length hair, and had no such problems. I've lived in apartments with 5 other girls, all using the same shower, and never found such problems. And now that it's lonely ol' me (and my cutie daughter and son a couple times a week) using this shower, why is the drain getting clogged on a ridiculously frequent basis?

I kept waiting for Jonathan to fix it. I guess because somewhere in the back of my mind it seems like this sort of thing should come innately to men. But bless his heart, when Jonathan was home no one wanted him fixing things around the house. We wanted face time with him. Quality time with him. Bonding time with him. Fixing shower drains didn't seem like quality enough time.

So I took it upon myself, finally, to resolve my problem. I found some basic steps on the internet, and proceeded. I obtained the toilet plunger from under the sink. Lined it with a thick layer of vaseline. Filled the tub up with a couple inches of water. Removed the drain head. Put the plunger in the water and sealed it around the drain opening. Pumped it back and forth four or five times, listening to the water moving back and forth inside the pipe. Yanked the plunger off the drain. WHOOSH! Something happened somewhere, and then I heard the rapid rushing of water down the drain. YES!!! I did it! Drain plug problem solved. And I must admit, every time I take a shower now, I look down affectionately at my little drainy wainy and take pride thinking that I fixed him. What's my next household project? Hmm... Recaulking the shower? Putting in marble countertops? Reroofing the house? Probably.