Hamsters and Boys...Oh the Joys!

When I was a little girl, I had a hamster. For some reason, my parents thought it was a better idea than getting a dog. I hated cleaning the cage, so it always stunk like pee. And because I hate the smell of pee, I now hate hamsters.

Jump forward now 20 years...and I have two boys. One that pees standing up, and one that pees lying down, standing up, sitting down, kneeling over...whatever.

But for our current issue, we are going to put Blake in the hot seat. Not Dave, he is unbelievably clean. I think that I have scared him into it. I wouldn't be surprised if he bleaches the rim of the bowl when he is done.

For the last couple of weeks, I have been having "phantom" hamster smell in my guest bathroom. It is making me absolutely crazy. It is all I think about, obsess about, and it is all I smell.

Today, for the 4th time this week, I got down on my hands and knees, and smelled every crack and crevice in that entire bathroom. At one point, even my hair got wet from dipping it in the toilet bowl.

I think I am going crazy.

I washed the shower curtain and liner. I bleached the tub (I am hoping Blake's aim isn't thaaaat bad.). I folded up sheets of paper towel and stuffed them in any space that could possibly need a paper towel stuffed. Finally, I poured baking soda all over my toilet.

Then I gave Blake a lesson on how to pee. Hold on, and aim.

If he doesn't get it, I am making him sit from now on.

Or...bleach the bathroom after every use.