That Stinks

So I run into the house to grab M's dance bag and immediately when I open the door I notice an odor. Something is definitely not right. Is that? No, it can't be...surely not...but then again, it smells just like it...

Poop.

It smelled like poop. 

I walk to the bathroom, really, really slowly. Because I'm not sue what I'll find and I'm imagining some pretty gross stuff spewed everywhere. That happened to some neighbors of mine from a long time ago, a lovely family that I used to babysit for. One day their downstairs bathroom exploded. Exploded. Like a volcano, except with poop. It was everywhere and leaked into their entire downstairs. It was horrible. Made worse by the fact it was something to do with the city system and it was actually city sewage, stuff from everyone's toilet.  I don't know why, that just makes it worse. I mean, poop is gross but not as gross when it's yours.  Like when you're going and you know it stinks but it doesn't really stink.  But then if you walk into a bathroom right after someone's done it you start gagging and your eyes water up and you try really hard not to breathe because you don't want any of that entering your body...it's not that it's worse, it's just we're kinda immune to our own grossness.

So I'm really just bracing myself for a fountain of poo.  I look down the hall and nothing, the bathroom looks normal. But that smell was definitely coming from something so I creep into the bathroom and lift the lid. I was really thinking maybe someone just left a little gift in the toilet from this morning. Nope, all clear.

And the odor was the worse in the kitchen/dining room area. So I kinda quickly look around. I don't see anything but I know our house shouldn't smell like this...I thought maybe a small animal got inside a left a surprise.  Something, something must have happened for our house to smell like a toilet bowl.  And whatever it is, I'm pretty sure it's not good.

So I grab the bag, head outside for the kid exchange and tell the hubby that house smells like crap. Literally. When I call to check he tells me the toilet is backed up but of course, he can't find anyone to come out tonight.  And of course, he's got an employee disciplinary hearing tomorrow and I'm conducting some training so neither one of us are available tomorrow.  Really, the Friday I absolutely can't miss is when this happens? Good grief!

And M2's birthday party is Saturday. So this should be interesting...