I woke up at 5 this morning to my husband telling me it smelled like s*** in the cat room. Rocky (I know it was him) had watery diarrhea and used the small box. Since he's so big, some of it missed the box and landed on the litter mat, fortunately missing the carpet. My husband gags easily. It was nice to wake up to.

That ****ing room is just a big thorn in my side...
The carpet in there is dry now, but the Urine Destroyer did not "destroy" the odor coming from the stain by the cat boxes despite being treated twice.
I've decided I'm going to shampoo ONLY the section of carpet I treated before I start doing the walls. It's a fairly small area and the POS "carpet cleaner" we have is lightweight and easy to use, so it won't be a big deal. Maybe it will help. IDK.

I'm still not "THERE" yet, but I'm calmer and I don't have to fight so hard with myself to stay out of trouble. My activity level has been reasonable and tolerable for the last couple of days. I'm still working on things with the move in mind, but they're smaller things, like cleaning out the linen closet and throwing out things we don't use anymore. I still feel compelled to clean the walls in the cat room tho...