What'd'ya mean the mop stinks????

So today has been quite interesting. I've been having a dialogue with my dh about mopping. Not about the necessity of mopping, but about him making a mess and needing to mop after I had already cleaned the floors. Now, if you are just dropping in, let me first inform you that we, as in my whole loving and immediate 6 person family are staying in a quaint 2 bedroom hotel room. The kitchen area has tile flooring and it is complete with all the amenities of home. It is necessary to mop having 4 children under one roof. So yesterday I first inspected the mop that we were provided and decided against it. I was rather unhappy with it's sad state of appearance. So in no way was I prepared to utilize it. I instead grabbed a lovely white hand towel and some insanely hot water with vinegar and went to town on the floors. They came out clean, and there was no lingering unpleasant aroma. It was what had happened later on that evening to the floors that leaves me wondering still. He will not say. When I went out for a bit to the store, I returned home to a horrid smell. And my dh seemingly pleased with himself. He boasted to me that he had mopped the floors. My reply was, "After I just cleaned them?" He said, " Well, they needed it again." I do not know what had happened, and he did not offer an explanation. But I immediately knew that he used that hideous mop. I don't know what foul thing it was that had to be it's last job, but it was nearly choking me out of my own little dwelling. I could barely breathe. After opening the door and turning on the fan to high, I proceeded to get out another hand towel and get down on the floor once again. The stench from that dreaded mop was too much to bear. I tried with all my might to scrub the floors one more time. I thought that I had fixed the problem. What I failed to think about was that as you spend time within range of any aroma, pleasant or not, you get used to it. So I got used to a stinky smell. It wasn't until the next day, which actually is today. I went out to a dentist appointment and left the smell behind. Upon my return and in the car on the way home, I spoke with my father. He told me that he had stopped by to bring me our mail, and to see the kids. And then he told me, "Phew! That place stinks! I can't believe dh used that mop! He's a G.I. (government issue) he should know better than that!" I laughed to myself and thought, oh no. He's at it again with that horrid thing. When I got back to our room, I opened the door and was greeted by a sour smell that brought tears to my eyes. One for being stinky and the other from laughter that my father had been over there to witness what my husband had done to our little hotel room. But it was funny. At this point I went in to the coat closet where the evil mop was hiding. I opened the door to have a peek and almost passed out. I think something may have died in that mop, I am not sure, so I removed it from the building and threw it out into the courtyard. Holy moly the stench. I asked my dh if he remembered when I told him that I didn't like he way that the mop looked, therefor I was not going to use it and it was the reason I was cleaning the floors with a towel. NO??? NO???? OH, ok, well this time I was very stern, Don't you dare touch that stinky thing ever again! Ever! This place is a stink bomb! I had to go out and buy some Pine sol and clean the floors again. Oh but wait. While I was at the store, I thought I might get the kids a 2 foot long pixie stick. Yes, yes. I know. That was just plain dumb. But hey, they were only .18 cents each. And they are always asking for junk and I usually say no. So I thought, why not? Pssst. I'll tell you why not. Because the minute you get home they are going to open them with scissors, which they will leave in reach of a 20 month old and a 3 year old and they will then proceed to spill them all over your clean floor. Upon feeling the gritty sugary substance in between my toes and under my feet, I shook my head and informed them that they had made a mess on my freshly towel mopped floors. Mind you, dh was in ear shot, so he decided to trot his size 10 1/2 sneakers through the sticky mess to the other side of the kitchen and back to the bathroom. Absolutely wonderful! I get to clean the floors just one more time! I was just not having enough fun. I needed one more go round. And no, I did use the stinky mop laying outside. Let me back track a little bit before the mopping extravaganza had begun. We had unexpected guests. Friends of ours from Florida, that dh used to work with. During our sweet little visit, I kept thinking that our floors were stinky and that they were going to think that we were stinky and hence needed to make a swift exit. (they did by the way) lol~ And I was horrified at the thought. But at that moment when they showed up, I had not had a chance to clean yet. So, they came, they left. I cleaned. I cooked. Cleaned again. And then we went bowling. Yeah. Strange that I should have enough energy to go bowling after a dentist appointment and non-stop mopping along with a trip to the grocery store and then cooking dinner. Oh yeah, and while everyone else was eating, Eddie had pooped in his undies and I had to clean him too. So I was the last one to eat. Just before heading out the door to go bowling, I found my baby about to stick some strange substance in her mouth. The culprit? A piece of already chewed gum, abandoned by her sister but laying on the dresser in her room. I took the used gum and had to remind a 9 year old that if we are old enough to chew gum, then we should also understand that it goes into the trash when she no longer feels the gum is yummy enough to keep in her mouth. Also so her baby sister cannot get a hold of it, play with it, chew it, or use it as a hair accessory. We were wasting time, but I had to remind the kids that they too needed to help be responsible for safety and protecting their siblings both at our house and their own. Since their mother seems to breed like a wild rabbit. She too has two children exactly the same ages as my own. It's not like this should be a news flash to them, this should be second nature. But for some reason, it seems like they are hearing these things for the first time. (Though I'm not surprised). Devon complained a little about taking so long to leave the house and dh informed him that it was their fault. He whimpered further and complained and whined, and I quietly stopped getting dressed and putting my shoes on to go and stand next to him. I told him that I would be happy to take an additional five minutes to explain why it is their fault to him. If he wanted. He said no. And shut his mouth. We left, and had a great time bowling. I'm thankful that there weren't more people there. Eddie and Alexa had never been bowling before, and were running around like excited little maniacs. The little shoes for them were so cute! They had a really good time. The lights were out and the music played. It was family night and the prices were cheap. But the kids didn't understand that they shouldn't run around the lanes and throw the ball wherever they wanted. It was cute! And I did take my video camera . I'll have to post the video soon. I'll try. I promise! Right now I'm tired and need to get to bed. Added 6/5 Being so tired last night I forgot to mention that dh spilled wine all over the floor and counter. He also walked away from the counter and left milk sitting there. Alexa proceeded to grab the milk and spill the ENTIRE cup all over the floor. It's just not my day for cleaning. I'm telling you.