On Friday I went over to my sister's house after my doctor's appointment to a) retrieve my son and b) see my mother while she was in town for Madeleine's 8th birthday party last night.  Jen left to run some errands and Mom and I jumped up to clean up while she was gone.  A virtually futile effort considering there were like 5 kids in the house. 

I went into the bathroom to survey the situation.  I find the bathroom is the easiest room in the house to clean and feel that instant gratification of a job well done. 

Until I opened the door and got smacked in my supersensory senses by the smell of an elementary school boy's bathroom.  We were all girls in our house growing up.  We gave my father his own bathroom and never knew what happened in there.

OH MY GOD!!!!

I ran back into the kitchen, holding my breath and wishing for Tums (even the banana ones). 

K:  Carter is only 5 years old.  How can he make the bathroom smell so bad?  I have to give my son away.  Do you think they just do this (sticking out my pelvis and swaying side to side like I imagined boys peeing).  He is either going to have to pee outside or I don't know what the other option is.  And I don't even want to tell you what is on the toilet seat. 

My mother then told a story about how my aunt would just NOT go to the bathroom because she couldn't stand the smell.  That and she had to clean the bathroom every single day from top to bottom.   She had two boys.

I grabbed the paper towels. 

Mom:  HEY, I need them too.
K:  Oh, no.........you don't.  Because unless you have a power washer, I'm using every single one of these bad boys.
Mom:  Here's the 409. 

I went back in there a couple of hours after I cleaned it--right after Carter had made a trip in there.  It doesn't take them long to undo all your good work, huh?