Lloyd and I went to Kearney Friday night, but I’ll save details about that for tomorrow’s post. Today’s post is about the horrible stench we came home to. Grrrr.
Before we left on Friday, I thought something smelled funny and thought it must be the dishwasher. It wasn’t anywhere near full, but I threw detergent in there, started ‘er up, and we got out of Dodge.
When we came home Saturday afternoon, it smelled like a sick shark had thrown up in here.
I yanked open the dishwasher and yeah, it smelled vaguely gross still. But then I opened the door to the garbage cupboard and literally almost threw up. It was so nasty!! I don’t even know what caused it, but I yanked out the whole garbage can contraption and all the shelves and was yelling and mildly cursing while Lloyd just stood there in fear and wondered best how to approach the situation without getting knifed.
I started spraying the inside of the cupboard with enzyme cleaner and then washing with bleachy cleaner and then I threw out the garbage can. (Each time we have a smelly episode I scrub the can out with bleach but the smells seem to do cumulative odor damage.) I’m done with it. Heck, I threw out the blender that lived in that cupboard because it smells funny. After the scrubbing I lit a candle and it will live in there until it burns down the house. Smoke smell would be an improvement.
After that I went on a rampage in the kitchen about how those stupid white counters are always, always stained, then I scrubbed and bleached the bejeebees out of them, too.
Then I fumed about how the garbage disposal is never going to get fixed and it’s all gross in there, so I Soft-Scrubbed down inside the disposal.
Lloyd started to sit down at his computer during my rant and I said – very calmly – dangerously calmly – “I am going to need your help for five minutes to clean this downstairs area before I blow a gasket.” Bless his heart, he did.
Some other stuff happened – I found a bag of sprouted potatoes downstairs and accidentally broke a glass candleholder – so then there was anger sweeping in the basement. Grrrr. Then I was on a good old tear so I started the laundry and Soft Scrubbed the bathtub. Grrrr.
(Deep breath) I feel better now. And the house is cleaner, so there’s that. What am I going to do about my garbage can situation, though? I don’t know if I’m going to get the same thing or not.