Brother fixed the toilet today – minor thing, flapper replacement, no issues.
But my anxiety and stress is through the roof cause I couldn’t stop thinking of the possibility of having to call the plumber if something went wrong.
Combo of messy house + expense got me very much on edge.
I found the pieces to the motorized scrubber and it’s charging.
Tub will get clean today.
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