I did something HORRIBLE over Christmas weekend and it's eating me up.

[rbnyc]

Hubby, baby and I spent the night at his parents' house. At about 3 am Sunday Morning I got up to go to the bathroom. I went, I flushed, I washed my hands, I reached for a towel and my hand hit something, and I heard a little splash and a terrible noise. I had knocked my deodorant into the still-flushing toilet and it went down.

I got the plunger and tried to plunge it out, but it wouldn't come up.

I thought about what to do. Do I wake up my husband, who never gets any sleep because we're new parents? Do I wake up my father-in-law, a gigantic, grumpy man who has to get up at 6 am for a 10-hour flight?

I tried the plunger again. Nothing. So I flushed the toilet again to see what would happen. The water went down.

Then I thought, am I really sure it was my deodorant I knocked into the toilet? I'm tired. It's dark. It could have been anything. It could have been something small that just went through. I really have no idea what happened. Maybe, nothing happened at all. And I went back to bed.

When my husband got up in the morning to use the bathroom, my heart was in my throat. But he flushed and all was well. We went downstairs for breakfast.

Then we heard, "Fuck! Oh my God! Fucking Damn! Ahhhh!"

The toilet back up on my husband's little brother. He spent about an hour plunging the toilet and cleaning it up. But never said anything about a deodorant.

I just kept my mouth shut while Uncle Walter joked about the football he must have passed in order to cause such a terrible clog.

As we were packing to leave, I just casually mentioned not being able to find my deodorant.

I am EVIL!!!!! I am the root of all EVIL!!!!! I am a DECEIVER! I am so BAD!