A Question About Boys

No pictures today {you're welcome}. Just a question...

Are all boys

GROSS

or is it just mine?

I went upstairs this morning to help direct the Rowdies in a quick clean-up of their room, as I usually do a couple of times a week, and in all my directing, I ended up a wee bit too close to the bathroom.

Oh the smell!
(and no, it had nothing to do with #2).

It just plain stunk!

A quick {and brave} peek inside didn't reveal anything too out of the ordinary. Of course, the toilet wasn't flushed and there was no soap in the soap pump and the hand towel was all balled up beside the sink and there was more litter around the trash can than there was in it and there was no toilet paper {anywhere} and there was a random Hot Wheels car or two on the floor, but that's all pretty normal - and exactly why they're only allowed to use that bathroom and pretty much no one else will.

But based on the smell alone, I knew we I couldn't wait two more days for chore day for Luke to {seemingly} not clean it. I quickly adjusted the assignments for the room clean-up and staged an intervention.

Shocked and completely clueless as to what all the fuss was about, Luke obediently {but not necessarily willingly} headed into the bathroom armed with a few paper towels and "his" cleaning bottle filled with vinegar water.

And of course, in less than 5 minutes, emerged claiming "Job Done."

Not believing him of course, I ventured back in to check things out for myself. Surprisingly, he had made a difference - not a big difference, mind you, but he had done what I had asked.

Regardless, it still stunk! And I knew what I had to do. And I did it {not necessarily willingly ;)}, but I did it.

Armed with a roll of paper towels and "my" arsenal of disinfecting cleaning supplies, I headed into that bathroom to wage war on that smell.

I'll spare you all the details, but I must ask, "For crying out loud! What do boys have against aiming??? Really, it can't be that hard for them can it? I don't know personally, but it looks like to me that they were made to aim."

I scrubbed all of the usual places, but I also discovered I needed to scrub the attic door! Granted, it is close to the toilet, but it's not that close!

But that's not even the kicker.

Want to hear the kicker?

I was checking the drawers in the vanity - we don't officially keep anything in them because, well, if you haven't figured it out by now... - anyway, I was just checking and what did I find?

An ice cream sandwich.

Yep, you read that right.

An ice cream sandwich.

(We haven't had ice cream sandwiches here since the first week of June - I know, because that's when I bought them to celebrate the beginning of summer - guess someone didn't want to celebrate - or maybe they figured they'd celebrate later - after bedtime - but then they forgot. Who knows! I didn't even bother to ask, because already they can't seem to "remember" who left the fridge open or who spilled the sprite all over the floor or who chewed the {forbidden} gum and stuck it on the bookshelf, so how in the world could I expect them to remember who put the unwrapped ice cream sandwich in the bathroom drawer?)

Yes, unwrapped.

And do you have any idea what an unwrapped ice cream sandwich does when left in a bathroom drawer for nearly 2 months?

(If you do, then I'd be willing to bet the desert allowance of our budget that you are a mom to a bunch of little hooligans boys just like mine!)

It becomes part of the drawer. Kind of like that rubberized, display food registered dietitians use, only nastier.

I actually had to use a flat-head screwdriver to chisel it out of the drawer. I'm grossed out just remembering it.

Which leads me back to my original question...

Are all boys GROSS, or is it just mine?

The LORD is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer...
He rescued me because He delighted in me.
from Psalm 18