Anger Cleaning

February 11, 2012


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.

It's lemon scented. It will also dry out all my washing.

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.

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9 Responses to “Anger Cleaning”

  1. Brad Said on:

    Wow! I should have you come to my house, then do something to make you angry so you clean my house. Or maybe not. I don’t want to get knifed.


    • Peggy Said on:

      Ha! That article is hilarious! Did you note the section on cheese?

      I’ve anger cleaned many times and it’s never pretty. Except when it’s all over. But when I’m angry, I become a slammer….SLAM,the cabinet doors; SLAM, the sliding glass doors; SLAM, the bedroom doors. Luckily I’ve only broken one door in my lifetime of slamming.


  2. Brad Said on:

    Speaking of shark vomit -- I just read a funny article about gross food the other day. It includes a description of hákarl, that rotted dried shark jerky from Greenland. It’s a funny article, so I’ll include the link for your Sunday viewing:


  3. Kristi Said on:

    So how do you REALLY feel about the odor?

    I’ve had canned jars of for come unsealed before. The stench is horrific, and it consumes me until I can find the source of the wretched stuff. Lauren, I feel your pain.


  4. Lauren's mom Said on:

    I will always remember Jacob as a little tyke coming screaming up the stairs after having a rough time with Charlie and his friends. Keren said, “Jacob, are you mad?” He responded, “THREE mads.”

    Kinda describes your day.


  5. Beth Said on:

    Don’t throw out the slider rack for your trash can! Just get a new trash can.

    We have the slider rack, but I didn’t like how tall the can was because I couldn’t fit my hand in without pulling the can out because it was too tall. So we got a new can. Just a regular one. It works fine.

    For that matter, if you perfer the size that comes with the slider rack, I’ll bring that size over. It’s just sitting in our basement.



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