I was told to make another post, so here it is.

I want to tell you how my morning has gone so far. I had one of those "get up, go back to sleep, get up again" mornings, you know how they go. Didn't officially get up until late morning/early afternoon, because I sort of live like I'm unemployed and all that. I'm getting ready to take a shower and have to pee, and just as I start to wash my hands after, the toilet starts overflowing. Massively. Huge sheets of water pouring out from under the toilet lid. My first reaction was to step the hell out of the bathroom so I don't have to stand in pee water. I've never really had to handle a zealous overflowing toilet by myself before, so I wasn't sure if it would stop overflowing after a point or not on it's own, or if I actually had to go over there and shut off the water valve (I vaguely remembered my dad doing that in past overflowed toilet incidents). It took about 5 seconds of me standing there to decide it was NOT going to stop on it's own (by now the water had reached the edge of the bathroom linoleum where I was standing). I was like, "oh, shit" but didn't feel like putting my bare feet into the rapidly rising half and inch of water on the bathroom floor, so I fled a moment to shove on some waterproof shoes (in hindsight, a waste of 10 or so seconds), slogged over to the still overflowing toilet and the water valve knob thing which of course requires kneeling down and almost hugging the toilet to reach. I had no idea which way to turn the damn thing, so I guessed to the right. After about 3 difficult turns (I had not had the chance to wash off the soap from my hands from when I was trying to wash them, and thus could not form a strong grip on the stiff knob. That sounded dirty.) to the right nothing had happened yet, so I tried to the left instead. Turns out it was already all the way to the left, so when 3 turns back the way I had come revealed that it would turn no more lefty, I had to quicky reverse and keep turning righty until (finally!) it started to take effect and shut the water off (around 6 turns I think). This toilet has overflowed in the past and leaked down to the downstairs ceiling below it and caused visible water damage, so as I crouched there in almost inch-deep toilet water, I knew I had to act fast to try and avoid this. I grabbed every damn towel or towel-like object that I could lay eyes on. Luckily, I suppose, we keep towels in cuboards in the bathroom (as opposed to a hall closet), so for the initial layer I was able to just literally fling towels out of the cuboard onto the floor, where they immediately became sodden. When that source was exhausted, I turned to the dirty laundry basket in the hall just beyond the bathroom to pull whatever towels were in there. Finally, I fled to the other bathroom upstairs to raid its cuboard and back again. I was forced to step on soggy towels in order to reach all the corners of the bathroom to maximize towel placement, and since by this point my shoes were long gone, you can see why my trepidation of getting my feet wet earlier was a waste. After stamping all over the towels to make sure they got soaked all the way to the top layer, I then had to remove them in small, drippy groups to the washing machine. Luckily, I had missed one or two towels that I was then able to use to wipe up the last damp bits on the linoleum, and one washcloth which I had to cram around the edges of the room to try and catch water that might be trapped along the baseboards or heating vent. (As per my dad's instructions, as I called him as soon as the inital danger was over.) By now most of me had been touching toilet water, so I was in desperation for a shower, but alas, all the towels were dirty! Well thank God for an equally dirty bedroom, as I was able to find one lying around in the laundry piles. Not the freshest towel, but it would suffice. I didn't want to use the same bathroom's shower and cause more moisture in the area, so my only other option was to use the shower/tub in the other bathroom. (It is important that you note that that particular bathroom is used only by the men in the family, mainly because the women in the family won't go in there. Because it's pretty gross.) I decided that since trying to fully shower in there would not really get me that clean feeling, I would have to simply rinse and wash off toilety gunk and shower again later on today. Thanks for your attention! I know that was a long story but I felt it needed to be shared. I hope my ordeal brought some amusement to you.