Then I noticed that my bathroom smelled like pee. A lot. And not just because of my super spidey smell senses.
I did bare minimum makeup and scraped my hair into a bun with pinched nostrils, then attempted to search out the source of the odor. Had someone peed on the floor? Had T magically decided to use his potty? Was the toilet leaking?
What the heck, man?
As I was getting dressed, I just could not shake the smell. I went back in the bathroom. Wash rags? Nope.
Sink drains? Nope.
Not that one. Or that one. Or that one.
I picked up the towel I had just used to dry my hair. Sniffed.
I pulled my hair down. Sniffed again.
Apparently someone put my towel on the floor at bath time. Apparently a little person decided it looked like a great place to do their thing. Apparently I didn't notice until after I had used it to dry my hair.
Apparently the universe is working against me.
Surely it's some kind of fancy natural hair treatment, right?