Pee in the Trashcan: A short (gross) story

I clean the house. I feel like I should put that statement out there first because my house sometimes looks like a flea market. I legitimately DO clean my house once a week to cut down on that boy-stank. (Let's be real though: there's only so much I can do.)

Speaking of 'boy-stank', I've been asked recently what the deal is with the whole #boymomlife thing. What's the big deal? You have boys.

Allow me to present evidence that #boymomlife deserves it's own hashtag (and shirts, and merch). 

Have you ever walked into a bathroom and found pee on THE TOP of the toilet lid. Like, the freakin' top. Or maybe you've received a lovely, handwritten note -slipped under the door during a business call- that simply says 'butt'. 

OR! Or you've found pee in the trash can...in their bedroom. 

So in cleaning my house, I arrive at the ridiculous task of cleaning the boys' bathroom. It's sort of like being in one of those escape rooms. How do I get out? How did this get here? Who put that on the ceiling? Can I leave now? But you have to clean your way out.  So I'm cleaning the bathroom and realize the trashcan is missing. It's still in the boys' room from when we had a pukey kid a few nights before (trashcan was not used for puke on this night).  I go to their room to retrieve said can and behold! A nasty substance in the bottom. At first I think, did I miss something? Did he actually get sick in this and I missed it for days? No, it was not that. So what was it? I'm embarrassed to say that it took me a good minute or so to realize all that yellow nasty was pee. It wasn't until I saw it all pooled in the bottom of the liner that I realized the degree of their disgustingness.  Small one: Did you pee in the trashcan? Deny. Deny. Deny. Big one: Did you pee in the trashcan? We both did. Why? Why though? I don't have answers. Do I want answers? They'd been peeing in the trashcan, in their bedroom, for 3 days!  The smell. The filth. I wasn't even sure how to discipline them. And, naturally, Coggin just laughed and felt weirdly proud. And I don't know, maybe these things happen with girls too. All I know is this: most girls eventually grow out of grossness...most boys become more gross with time. So the #boymom life continues on and I wouldn't have it any other way.