Yep, you read right.
I go to use the bathroom last night and I see a low water level in the toilet bowl with a pearlescent pink plastic applicator floating in the water. I use the toilet brush to fish it out and toss it in the can. I flush, like a dumbass, and the water level rises 1/2" below the top of the rim. I panic, and it drops a couple of inches, luckily. I asked my wife if she knew it was in there and she said, "Yes, I always flush them." I about shat my draws at that point. Of course we get into an argument about this, as if "I've always done it!" somehow excuses the fact that f'ing plastic doesn't break down in water.
So, now our master John is off limits and I'm not sure what to do. I'm afraid an auger might not be able to retrieve X amount of plastic applicators and I'm afraid a plunger might just pack the things in tighter. I had no idea how many are in there at this point, and with 3 1/2 month old twins and a day nanny who cares for them while we're away, I'd rather not spend $XXX for a plumber to come clear out a clog that should never be there in the first place.
I swear, she's a very intelligent person, and I hate to bash her where she can't see it, but she doesn't have enough common sense to come in out of the rain.
What can I do at this point?
I go to use the bathroom last night and I see a low water level in the toilet bowl with a pearlescent pink plastic applicator floating in the water. I use the toilet brush to fish it out and toss it in the can. I flush, like a dumbass, and the water level rises 1/2" below the top of the rim. I panic, and it drops a couple of inches, luckily. I asked my wife if she knew it was in there and she said, "Yes, I always flush them." I about shat my draws at that point. Of course we get into an argument about this, as if "I've always done it!" somehow excuses the fact that f'ing plastic doesn't break down in water.
So, now our master John is off limits and I'm not sure what to do. I'm afraid an auger might not be able to retrieve X amount of plastic applicators and I'm afraid a plunger might just pack the things in tighter. I had no idea how many are in there at this point, and with 3 1/2 month old twins and a day nanny who cares for them while we're away, I'd rather not spend $XXX for a plumber to come clear out a clog that should never be there in the first place.
I swear, she's a very intelligent person, and I hate to bash her where she can't see it, but she doesn't have enough common sense to come in out of the rain.
What can I do at this point?
Even though it wasn't our cabin, I called a plumber friend of mine who just happened to live in the area. He came out and snaked the line and then told me that I shouldn't be flushing ANY feminine products down the toilet, no matter what they were made of. 
I told him I couldn't tell him the last time I used any "feminine products" because I'd had a hysterectomy at 28 -- I was in my mid-40s when all this happened.
And he was really, really pissed when he told us! 
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