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.