Ahh, the joys.

Long, busy weekend.

Saturday, the usual suspects, minus dad (which really means Brent and I) helped Shaunna and Chris move. This is the, let's see...1, 2, 3....9th time she has moved in the past 7 years since she was 18. And this is the 8th time I was there for it. I would have been there for all nine, but one time was the day of Kimberly's Grandma's funeral.
Anyway, the actual moving part went pretty much without a hitch, with the exception of a very important part of their bed frame magically disappearing, making it impossible to put their bed together, forcing them to sleep in the guestroom for at least the first few nights of their new home. Other than that, the actual moving part was okay...we've done it so many times, we pretty much have it down to the science.
What did NOT go un-hitched, however was the plumbing problem that decided to smile upon Chris and Shaunna that day. Apparently, roots had grown into the sewage line, thus making flushing anything other than liquid impossible. Have no fear, though. It was a simple fix! All they had to do was have a plumber come to their house, dig a trench from the house to the street, notice that the water-in pipe is this polybutal material (that was made illegal about 20 years ago), AND the water-in pipe is sitting right on top of the sewage line (which is also apparently illegal), replace both lines and fill back in the trench, leaving the entire front yard look like a mud-pit! And all of this for only about $6.9 million! I felt really bad for Chris and Shaunna, having to pay a whole bunch of money to fix a plumbing problem. Then I remembered...I have a plumbing problem of my own.
When I got up on Sunday, it was time to clean aaaaallll the mold out of the downstairs bathroom and figure out what the deal is, where the leak is, and what we're going to do about it.
After three and a half hours of cleaning, bleaching, spraying vinegar (to prevent mold from growing back, according to the internets), pulling up carpets (to reveal the KICKIN' orange and yellow linoleum left behind from yester-year), and setting up the new dehumidifier, I was about spent. I thought the leak was coming from the toilet, so I turned the toilet off, with the intention of checking back today to see if there was any new water. We then went to mom and dad's house to watch Brent ride a rolling desk chair down the street in the snow.
About six o'clock, back at home, we discovered what the deal is. Kimberly had taken a shower, and then her mom came over for a minute. We went downstairs to show her mom the awesome linoleum floor, and then we saw it. The shower in the bathroom was about half full....Kimberly's previous shower had come back up through the drain. This means that our septic tank is most likely full and not doing what it's supposed to do. We have also since noticed that every time we flush a toilet upstairs, the shower fills with water.
Sheesh. I have to call the plumber today (the same plumber that helped Chris and Shaunna) and have him come over and tell me that It's probably going to take about $6.9 to fix our problem, too.
So much for the new furniture, sliding-glass door, stovetop, and oven that we were planning on getting!