Pee is Somewhere

So a few days ago I walk into my bathroom and I smell the subtle smell of human pee. It isn't strong, but I knew, it was there. Not a big deal.

The next day, I walk into the bathroom and yep, its still there and it is stronger. Okay. Maybe it will get dealt with, its probably nothing big, I'll dive deeper if it gets worse.

The next day. Yes, I smell it. Its worse. Its awful. I can't find it. I see Kiki underwear and I smell them and they stink. I think okay, finally, we solved it and she has been spoken to. Good.

The next day. I come home, walk into my room and I am slapped across the face with the full foulness of urine. What. The. Fuck. I scrub the floor, I ask questions, no one knows. I put a bleach tablet into the toilet. I go to bed smelling it but convinced it will clear in the morning.

The next morning. No. It hasn't cleared. It fucking reeks in my room and it reeks in my bathroom. It doesn't seem to be bothering anyone. I am obsessed. I smell it everywhere. I clean my room hunting for some piss soaked towel or underwear or bathing suit or shorts, anything. There is nothing. My mother comes over and I tell her about this saga. She comes in for a sniff test and she smells it for sure. I break down, I tell her I don't know what else to do. She says we need to bleach the floor. She thinks someone peed on the floor and the stone tile has absorbed it. We bleach it. We bleach it so strongly our eyes hurt and we have to let it air an hour. We come back, and it still stinks. She's convinced a pipe has gone awry and the piss smell is located in the plumbing of my sink. I just can't comprehend how it can be so. Another hour goes by and I walk into my bathroom. I am physically ready to rip out the toilet it smells so god awful. For some reason the shower curtain is pulled back just a little and I see it. All these splotches of discolored liquid on the floor of the shower. I pull the curtain back all the way and I find it. I find the source of the urination. I call both kids in. Kiki says no. Will says yes. He claims there was no other place to pee. I call bullshit and make him smell it. He knows. We talk about choices, alternatives and previous life experiences. I then rinse it out, spray it down with water and go on with the rest of my day. As I write this though, I smell it. Its disgusting urine undertone stench creeping around my room and my head.