You know what? I never wanted boys!
OK now, hear me out…
Before I had kids, I never wanted boys. Quite honestly when I saw the little southern bits on the ultrasound, I was surprised; I indignantly thought, “Why would I have a boy? I am so clearly a girl mom!”
My second feeling was fear. I didn’t have brothers, only a sister. Growing up, my dad and most of the other boys that I knew were, in a couple words, cold and distant.
I just didn’t want a boy. God understood, and I trusted that he would oblige my silent request!
Fast forward eight years and three little boys in a row later, and I’ve learned some terrible truths about these little creatures.
My sons LITERALLY never flush their toilet!
I swear the smell that slithers out of their bathroom and hits me at the top of the stairs can knock me over.
The first time I smelled it, I instinctively thought that something had died.
Something got into our house, or into our pipes, and died in my sons’ bathroom! Or maybe the plumber needs to be called! Oh Dear Lord in heaven, what is that awful smell!?
Thankfully I discovered that an innocent animal still had its life, and no money was needed for the plumber. The bad news was that the problem was much worse… it was a fundamental one…neither of my older sons KNOW HOW TO FLUSH A TOILET!
I literally once discovered a scene so horrific that my life, and then theirs, flashed before my eyes. Upon examination, it appears that a 5 day old poo had been busy spawning lots of little E. Coli friends at his toilet swimming party! How could anyone live with such a smell from their attached bathroom!?
So I thought, I’ll ask!
The question somehow seemed absurd to my sons who furrowed their eyebrows incredulously at me and stated, “I don’t smell anything.”
Other ugly truths about boys will likely hit home with most moms.
- The constant flinging of perfectly clean clothes out of the drawer and onto the floor!
- The literal trash and food items in various stages of decay found under beds, nightstands, mattresses, pillows, behind closet doors and stuffed between books in bookshelves!
- The organizing and reorganizing of dresser drawers – you know, the ones with socks, and underwear, and pants and shirts, and some candy wrappers, and a random medal from a 1st grade soccer match all mixed together because why not put all of your unrelated belongings into one or two drawers out of the 6 that you have available to you? Makes sense.
More trouble arises when they are walking around with food in their hands.
Humm what to do when you are done eating but have leftovers?
Drop it like it’s hot!
Drop it on the floor right where you are, yeah that’s a good idea, that’ll work. My boys have done this so often in fact that I have gone overboard on the term, “does that look like the trashcan?”
The same system applies for clothing that is no longer wanted on one’s body. Drop it where you are and leave the scene!
In fact, any item that is being carried from point A to point B but becomes obsolete somewhere in the middle will likely end up on the floor, in the middle of the room.
I get mad, but honestly, it’s so absurd that I have to laugh. Of course, only after I yell at someone to PICK UP THEIR CRAP!
And let’s all be real here, has any mom ever witnessed their son actually washing his hands, let alone washing his hands well?
Didn’t think so.
The most I’ve seen done with my boys’ hands is making the rotation between going into the pants, and out to grab the Wii remote, then into the pants again, then out to eat.
Pants to food, toilet to food, finger in nose to swiping furiously on iPad (which explains the sticky residue). No. Washing. Involved.
But somewhere between the foul smells and the filthy fingers and faces, after the constant days of reminding them to wash their hands after they pet the turtle (and for the love, don’t KISS the turtle!), and reminding them to refrain from eating their toenails at the dinner table; during the bedtime stories and prayers and back rubbings that occur near the aforementioned God-awful smelling bathroom, come the sweetest times.
I am talking about when your son asks you if Mount Everest is made out of a whole lot of hot dogs and if he can go there one day and eat some.
Or when he asks to be told the story about how he was born and then asks if he pooped on the doctor when he came out naked while laughing ferociously.
Then there are the times when they confide in you their hopes, and dreams, and worries in their little lives, and the times when one of them tells you that he wants to be in the Army when he grows up and you have to keep your welling tears hidden from sight – tears of surprise, pride, and fear.
These are the really terrible truths about having boys. These are the parts that make your heart beat out of your chest and nearly explode.
The funny, frustrating, and grubby parts are really just a bonus.
But honestly the most terrible and wonderful truth of it all is that one day, these sweet, grubby faced little boys will grow up to be men. And the laughs may not come so easily, and their hearts may not be so light.
Their childhood will eventually be gone, but that won’t stop them from taking your heart with them into whatever challenges and wonders lie ahead for them, and all you can do is pray that the times you gave them and lessons you taught them as children were enough.
22 thoughts on “Why Does my Son’s Bathroom Smell so $%#&* Awful and Other Terrible Truths About Little Boys”
I have 3 boys and when I tell you their bathroom smells like piss no matter how much bleach I use. There are a lot of ugh ways to having boys lol so I feel you. But I love my mama boys lol
Hahah yeah the pee smell really gets into the walls doesn’t it 🙂
This is hysterical! And scary… my little guy is starting down this path…
Ann, Maybe your little man will be a clean one? You can always hope! Of course there is something a little fun in the mess 😉
I can totally relate! I grew up with sisters and know nothing about raising boys. I always assumed I would have girls, and when I found out I was having a boy I almost cried LOL. Now that I’m a boy mom, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would actually welcome another boy or two. But they really are a different species, arent they (man oh man, what is that smell?!)? I’m still learning but I’m loving the journey. Loved this read 🙂
“They are a different species”…. I love it!! Wouldn’t trade them for the world though! Thanks for your comment!
Haha, my girls rarely flush the toilet as well, but it is worse when those boys of ours stand to pee and we have that splash to deal with as well. Yuck!
We have an almost 4 year old boy who is learning how to pee on his own! So funny and true!
I’m tickled by all the little nuisances of having boys. I’ve prayed for a boy since I was pregnant 13 years ago. So far, I’m all girls but, maybe after reading this I am grateful. lol.
Oh my goodness! We have a two year old daughter and just brought home a baby boy in January. Everyone keeps telling us boys are so different and that we are really in for it with a boy. Your post just reinforced that sentiment. Lol. Here’s hoping they at least even each other out. 🙂
Haha – our son is only 1, so we haven’t really gotten into all of this yet. Looking forward to it…
Aren’t boys just disgusting?! I’m outnumbered in my household and I always wonder these things too and how my bathroom and even their bedrooms get a weird funky smell!
So funny and so true. My six year old can usually flush the toilet but can not always make the pee go into the toilet. And his room is a dumpster. I know that if I don’t deal with his poor hygiene, lack of organization etc that his teen years are going to be a total nightmare.
Marna, I have the same fears!!
Today one of my sons, instead of aiming for the toilet, aimed & soaked the toilet paper roll. My other son enjoys biting my blinds, so everywhere you look there are little teeth marks. My third son likes to swing on the banisters. #boymomsunite #imjusttryingtosurvive
Amanda, I am rolling over here visualizing all this chaos in your house! Boys are so much fun!
I was laughing so hard as I read this! We have 5 boys and 2 daughters. Yes, boys are so dirty and sometimes stinky, but I would take boy trouble over girl whiny any day of the week. My boys adore me, get mad at me, and then adore me in minutes. My daughters, tolerate me, get angry at me, and weeks later remind me again why they are still bothered with me. Lol
HAHAHA Trish I completely agree about how girls will get mad and hold on to it, but boys are much more likely to let it go! Thanks for the comment!
Love it! Hahahah and so not looking forward to that side of motherhood.
Oh man… I am in for it when my twin boys get older. 🙂
Bethany, twins will only be double the fun! What a blessing to have twin boys! Thank you for your comment!
I’ve only got one boy, but if you count Hubs, I’ve got two. Between the two of them, neither knows how to straighten up their dresser drawers!