S*** Happens

I really don't like vulgar language, but today, the expression fit the circumstances....literally.
We've been getting some morning lows below zero and unknown to us was that our sewer line that services the older part of the lodge had frozen.  So, when our guests upstairs were running water or flushing, it all backed up in the down stairs bathroom tubs and toilets.  This was our third crisis of the day, after a toilet valve blew and we had a geyser in another bathroom, and our neighbor's well pump went out and Jim had to rig up hosing from our property to her tanks so her guests would have water.
Earlier in the week, I was wondering why we didn't have any reservations for our down stairs rooms. Now I know!
It's the end of the day, our neighbor's guests have water, the toilet valve has been replaced and all the water mopped up in our bathroom, the sewer line is thawed and has a space heater keeping it warm, the guest bathrooms have been thoroughly scrubbed down with disinfectants, and we are exhausted.
Oh, almost forgot about the disaster in the basement laundry room awaiting my attention.  A pipe from a toilet busted and rained water all over.  That awaits attention another day with a complete bleaching of floors, sanitizing rugs and re-washing the bin of clean laundry that was at the door waiting to come up, tearing out water logged insulation and assessing what all has to be replaced.
As Forrest Gump said, it (meaning s***) happens.  I'm going to go have some chocolate.