What's That Smell? A TRUE STORY

The Home Teachers were coming over yesterday, and although I usually deep clean for visitors... I didn't have the time. I was running errands most of the day, and I was in and out of the house. The problem was, each time I would return home and open the front door..."WHAM!" a disgusting smell would hit me like a brick wall! "What is that smell?" I thought.

Between my many errands, I took out all the garbage bags, sprayed Lysol in all the cans, lit a sweet smelling candle in the kitchen and sprayed some air freshener around the house. That was sure to work.

I went to visit a friend and her new baby later that day, and Carson took her toddler son some cookies. We arrived home with moments to spare before the Home Teachers arrived. My husband opened the door for me, and "WHAM!" There was that smell again!

"Jeff, It stinks in here and the Home Teachers are going to be here any minute," I mutter.
"It does stink in here. What is it?" He asks.
"I have no idea," then it hits me "DIAPERS!" I run into Carson's room and take ALL the diapers out to the garbage can. I ask Jeff to spray some more air freshener, which is totally tacky right before people come over, but it was going to be better than that smell.

While I'm walking back to the house, I see the Home Teacher waiting outside for his companion. "I hope that did it," I thought. I open the front door.... the smell is a musty mix between stench and air fresher. It's too late now. They are going to walk into that potent wall of nastiness.

I didn't apologize for the smell. I just pretend it isn't there. After they leave, we sit down for a late dinner. Jeff is done first and starts washing his dinner plate. "Oh. Did you know you clogged the toilet last night?" he says.
"Was it Carson? Was there a toy in it?" I asked.
"No, it was just a lot of toilet paper. It overflowed with urine though. I had to clean it up with a bathroom towel."
"That's disgusting, " I reply, "what did you do with the bathroom towel?"
"I left it on the bathroom floor."
"YOU WHAT?!?" I snapped.
"I left it on the bathroom floor. It was 11 o'clock at night. I was tired. So I left it there."
"You left a urine soaked towel on the bathroom floor? Are you kidding me?"
"Yeah, where is it now?" He innocently asked.

I then remembered picking up a very wet towel off the bathroom floor that morning and putting in the hamper in our bedroom. "I'll have to wash that pile later," I thought as I set it in the hamper, "Can't leave a wet towel in the there" I didn't get around to doing a load of wash that day, but to my defense... I had no idea it was soaked with URINE!!!!

"It's in our clothes hamper!!!!" I said. "I can't believe you left that on the floor! Why didn't you put it in the washer?"

"I was tired. I didn't think about it!"

"The smell!!!! That's the smell! Our house smells like a urine soaked towel, sitting in the clothes hamper."

Jeff quickly retrieved the towel from the hamper and put it in the washer. "Yep. That was it. Our bedroom wreaks."

The mystery was solved! It's a disgusting story, but nonetheless... it is true. And the best part, all I can think about is bleaching the bathroom floor now!!!