So, my dear friend at Diagnosis Urine is going to love this. I think of you when I smell urine. Which is quite often unfortunately. Not unfortunately that I'm thinking of you but unfortunate at how often I smell urine.
I walked into my lower level this morning, passing the laundry room and smelled something so wrank. I don't even know if rank is spelled with a W in the traditional form but if not, this smell in the laundry made WRANK earn it's W. It wreaked...to high heavens as my grandma would say. Holy mackerel. Nasty.
I got to the bottom of it in quite a literal sense. At the very bottom of the laundry basket was 2 VERY used Underjams and a knotted up hot mess of shorts, pjs and sheets that were all dripping in urine. Not sure what happened last night in one of the boys' bedrooms but I almost vomited.
Somehow I'm celebrating in all of this. Why? Someone has finally learned to clean up their own wet mess so I didn't have to strip the sheets. We celebrate the little things around here.