My bathroom smells like pee.
On more than one occasion, I have considered making this the title of my blog, because it seems to be a reccuring theme in my life.
But yesterday, the pee smell was taken to a whole new level.
We have three kids that live within one or two houses of us here in our neighborhood. I have, in the past, expressed my concerns of letting Brother play with these children. But I have recently lifted my restrictions somewhat and allow him to play with them as long as I can see them and have some supervision. One of the boys, we'll call him Jack, is 10, maybe 11 years old. He has some developmental and learning disabilities, so I try to be especially careful. Not that I think he is a bad kid, but he is nearing adolescence and I'm just not 100% certain my children should be left alone with him.
Yesterday, about five minutes after arriving home from our short weekend trip to see inlaws, the kids knocked on our door, asking for Brother to come out.
The weather was gorgeous. Brother had been with his family all weekend. He was itching to play boy games. So I let him go out and play. I had the windows open. I could hear and see what was going on.
They played tag and a really great game of hide and seek. Brother and another boy actually hid in our sandbox, quietly hiding under the lid. Before long, Jack knocked at the door asking to use the restroom.
"Uh, sure. Come on in."
He was in there only a few minutes. I never heard "tinkle tunes". I never heard the toilet flush. I never heard the water run.
A bit disconcerting.
He came out, smiling sheepishly, with a bright, wet spot on the front of his red shorts, and went back outside.
"I think Jack had an accident," I said to my husband, as soon as the boy was out of earshot.
"YOU LET HIM USE OUR BATHROOM??!!!"
If I have concerns about Jack, Hubby has deep-seated issues that go way beyond unnerving. He feels Jack's entire family is disturbed and needs psychiatric help.
Hubby looks into the bathroom and notices that Jack did not even remove Sister's padded Blue's Clues potty ring that sits on the toilet seat. "AW, MAN!!" is his response. We also see a towel on the floor.
And a very strong urine odor, wafting from the doorway.
I go in to inspect the damage.
Turns out, poor Jack made a puddle in the floor, which he tried to cover up with the towel. Sister's potty ring was also hit.
I cleaned up the potty ring and mopped the floor, certain that would rectify the situation.
But there was more.
About 11:00 last night, while taking a break from homework, I noticed the bathroom still smelled. I mean, REALLY smelled. Just in front of the toilet, there is still, what looks like, a dried puddle.
How did I miss that?!
So I break out the bathroom cleaner, spraying the toilet and the floor surrounding it and I scrub both, desperate to rid my house of the stench.
...it still stinks.
I follow my nose aorund the bathroom only to find that Jack's aim is far reaching. It would appear he sprayed the wall and the vanity next to the toilet.
You know, it's one thing to clean up after your own kids. But someone else's?
I'm off to Wal-Mart to clear their shelf of all things Clorox and see if I can find a HASMAT suit.
In the meantime, I think I'll stop off at the truckstop and use their restroom. It smells better.