What's that smell??

A couple of summers ago the egg donor was actually willing to drop Bob off for his visit with us. It just so happened that she and her parents were attending a family reunion near where we live, so she agreed to drop Bob off on their way passing through. She always makes it a point to shove her way into our home, I'm sure just to peek around and feel sorry for herself that we live in a nicer place than she does. That summer was no different. When they pulled up she followed Bob right in and proceeded to drop all his stuff in the entryway of our home. She failed to tell us about the little "surprise" she just happened to shove under a shelf near the floor. The shelf is there for shoes...so they aren't thrown all over the place. It isn't meant to be a hiding place.

I mentioned in my very first post having to wear rubber gloves when doing Bob's laundry. This is because Bob has a problem wiping. What he fails to wipe off his rear ends up in his underwear. I'm not talking about a random skid mark...I'm talking pretty darn close to a whole turd. Bob also had a very bad habit of holding his bowel movements so long that he would lose control and it would just come out....which brings me to the "surprise". Apparently Bob had an accident while traveling in the car that day. I'm assuming the family pulled over because the smell was unbearable. However, what I would like to know is why on earth they would feel the need to keep the soiled underwear and travel with them the rest of the way?!? If it was my kid...those underwear would have been stinking up the closest rest area bathroom. The egg donor, having less than an adequate amount of common sense chose to put them in a plastic bag, which then ended up under our shoe shelf.

For the next couple of days I would walk into my home and get a whiff of turds. I could not for the life of me figure out where it was coming from!! I looked high and low, checked all the shoes to see if the kids had walked through a land mine. One thing I pride myself on is having a nice smelling home. I don't want people to walk in and pass out because of the stench, yet every time I walked into my own home, I wanted to throw up. Eventually we found the small plastic bag, shoved back behind MY shoes. That bag immediately went into the garbage outside. There was no way anyone could make me touch those. It still baffles me to this day that she would be so inconsiderate and try to hide them. Was it to salvage her embarrassment, or a deliberate attempt to "teach us a lesson"? I guess I'll never know.