Friday's Confession Booth: Our Only Toilet is broken and I have a Cankle

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My Confession of the week – Our Only Toilet is broken and I have A Cankle….
Yeah… you read that right. I have a Cankle… not two cankles - only one.  However, let’s start with my first confession…. Our only toilet is broken.
When we bought this 3 bedroom, 1 bathroom luxury mansion starter home, the toilet was a little “on the fritz.”  It really wasn’t that big of a deal… well, unless you count the first weekend we lived here.  When Ray decided he was going to replace the toilet using a sledge hammer to knock the old toilet out.  Thank goodness I found some relatives close by who came to talk some sense into him convince him that was not the solution to our problem.  Anyway, since then – we have just learned to “jiggle the handle” and make sure it isn’t “running” all night or before you leave the house.  No. Big. Deal.


Enter potty training twins. Who have to flush everything. In fact, flushing is a reward in our house.  If you “do” something – ANYTHING – on the potty, you get to flush it.  Needless to say, we should have thought this one out a little bit more before we enacted this reward.  Now the toilet handle sits facing the floor.  It flushes… sometimes.  And, to get the “flushing” to happen, you have to spin it around – almost 180 degrees.  Then you have to push in.  Then you have to pray. Then… it might flush.  Not the best situation for a 1 bathroom house.
My other confession is – after 4 years of pregnancy / baby rearing… I am left with a scar I fear is permanent.  A Cankle.  Now, most people do experience cankles during their pregnancy.  This is the phenomenon where your calf swells so much that it seems to join up with your foot.  That indentation that used to be called your ankle seems to disappear and all you are left with is a trunk that connects your knee to your foot.  While pregnant, I experienced cankles.  In fact – when pregnant with the twins, my feet swelled so much I needed to buy a size 13 MEN Crock shoe.  Yes… size 13 men.  It is shameful… but true.  After giving birth to Alexander, I sort of assumed that my ankles would return and once again grace my beautiful  extra large feet.  And, one has.  The other, however, is still missing.  As I returned to the world of high heels and dress socks, I was horrified to realize that one ankle is still… truly … a cankle.  It has not shrunk to the normal size.  There is no longer a definable ankle bone.  And even more horrifying is that fact that the other ankle has returned.  **sigh**
Beware: The pictures below are graphic.
On the left are the - twin pregnancy cankles.  On the right… one cankle
   
I am now the one ankle / one cankle’d woman.  Two confessions for the price of one here people. 
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