I guess I should feel proud, I mostly feel surprised.
I’ll celebrate properly and be in the basement trying to un-block our sewer that has been backed up in some disgusting way. I guess our childrens excessive use of toilet paper and the rather impressive amount of poo manufactured by said children was just too much for this 100 year old house.
Maybe there is some divine irony in all of this? From feeling like shit on day 1 I will instead stand in actual shit on day 100, feeling great. (And occasionally vomit from the smell, but that’s beside the point.)