I hate cleaning bathrooms-- especially bathrooms that boys pee in. I don't know what is so hard about hitting the water. I guess I'll never know. The smell is what I hate the most. Pee is so stinky! So imagine my frustration when I would scrub the hell out of the toilet, the floor around the toilet, the walls around the toilet, the ceiling above the toilet, and every other surface in the bathroom and STILL SMELL PEE! Ugh.
And then one magical night it all became so clear. Randy and I had just laid down to go to bed. Soon after we heard Henry stumbling around. Henry's been known to sleep walk so Randy got up and checked on him. A couple seconds later I heard, "Henry, what are you doing? Stop! Go over to the toilet!"
About a minute later Henry stumbled back to bed and Randy came back into our room. I laughed a little and then asked, "What was that all about?" Randy says, "You know that pee smell?"
I wasn't laughing anymore. Who knows how many times, but at least twice, Henry had gotten up in the middle of the night, stumbled to the bathroom, and then instead of lifing the seat on the toilet, opened the door to the small linen closet and relieved himself. Good times.
No one ever thinks to check the linen closet.
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