Mini gripe session

Have you ever walked in a room and it just smells like pee?  As I sighed and rolled my eyes I just wondered "Now where in the world is it coming from this time?"  Is it someone's clothes or maybe someone's sheets?  Is there a yucky stuffed animal shoved in a box somewhere smelling up the whole room?  (That happened recently but with just water.  A few animals were soaked, stuffed in the bottom of the box and for over a week we couldn't figure out where the wet, moldy smell was coming from.  I was constantly doing laundry that week--as opposed to doing laundry almost constantly on normal days.=)  I finally washed the entire box of animals and the smell magically disappeared.  What is the fascination with water anyways? No matter how many times we've said, "The water stays in the kitchen or in the bathroom sink" and then had to limit it to the kitchen because whoever carpeted this house was silly enough to carpet the sink area and then the rule would get broken anyways by being transported to the bedroom leaving wet splotches all down the hallway and spilled on the bedroom floor.  Anyways, enough venting on this subject.)  Or was there an accident on the carpet?  As I sniffed around to find the mess, a fresh yellow wet spot is clearly visible hiding in the closet.  Gross, I know!  My only thought was "Just please tell me it isn't Izzy."  (I'm sure I've mentioned that story before.)  Good news is that it wasn't, but it looks like the time has finally come to go through the week long potty training class with Alex.  Too bad we hadn't turned this last weekend into a potty training mission.  (It was Glen's 4 day end of semester break--pictures to be coming soon when I can find my silly video camera dock.  Where do these kids hide this stuff they're not supposed to touch???)  All I know is that potty training is not a one man mission and will have to wait for the weekend ... except our weekends have become as jammed pack as our weekdays.  Bah!  I hate being busy.  Thanks for listening.