My fully-grown man of a husband decided to pee in a water bottle the other night. Then, for reasons incomprehensible to me, he left the bottle on the bedside table.

This morning, I grabbed it to rinse my mouth out – the moment it hit my tongue, the smell reached my nose…but it was too late. I didn’t want to clean it up off the floor either, so I had to hold it in my mouth until I could run to the sink. Longest half second of my life.

I can’t even imagine cleaning my kid’s urine off literally every surface of a room…this is real life nightmare fuel…