What’s that smell? No, seriously where is it coming from?
Potty training is not my forte. But, somehow I got there, four boys done and dusted, twins and all. But I digress, this post is less about potty training and more about that smell.
Boy moms, you know what I am talking about. The smell in the bathroom, that lingering urine stench. You’ve bleached. You’ve Lysoled and yet it lingers. You’ve gotten down on your hands and knees, scrubbed the floor, the dribble in the front underbelly of the john, you’ve even managed to get to the Bermuda Triangle behind the toilet and next to the sink-you’ve been there and cleaned it. Yet the potent stench remains.
That smell-it lingers y’all. But the smell I am speaking of was out of the ordinary. I even changed the toilet seats (yuck!) and put a bleach hanger thingy in their throne. But to no avail.
I thought I was going crazy for a while, especially when I reached the point of surrendering to the smell.
It was about 1 month into my purgatory of an always stinky bathroom when I caught the direct cause of the smell in action. As it turns out, I was attacking the stench all wrong.
Remember, I have four boys. So naturally I had sequestered them to use only one bathroom (because-obviously-they’re gross).
What I didn’t think of was what they do when more than one of them has to potty at the same time. Like when I tell them to TT before we leave to go somewhere. Usually I’m already heading to the car when they go. But this time I saw it. They were not taking turns at the potty. They were not even at the potty. I looked and saw four little bare bums lined up AT THE TUB!!
The boys had been using the tub as their toilet. Let that sink in for a moment. Literally. Their TT was on and in all the bath toys. For weeks they had been doing this. Oh the joys of having all boys.
You don’t even have to ask. Of course I tossed it all. Favorite submarine? Gone. Little swimming fish-adios.
Are you wondering why I didn’t figure this out sooner on my own? I wonder the same thing. My only guess is I was fixated on the john so intently that the close proximity of the tub to the toilet left my nose fooling me and only smelling the toilet. Can’t see the forest for the trees. Lesson learned. From now on, I bleach the entire bathroom.