What's That Smell???

Let's see...it's been a 3 day weekend, so that means...it's been at least 3 days since I've washed the dishes.

I know - eew, gross.  But sometimes it can't be helped.  There's swimming to be done and lightning bugs to be caught.  An all-day family reunion in Ohio with lots of trampoline jumping and pond swimming must be enjoyed.  A full day of church activities followed by a delicious, delightful nap.

When I woke up and came downstairs, there was a SMELL.


A no good, really bad, terrible smell.

Like a garbage dump or something rotting or poop.  It was definitely all three.

First line of defense?  Take out the garbage.

Garbage dump scent eradicated.

Rats.  The smell is still there.

Second line of defense?  Doing the dishes.

Ugh.


I try to have a good attitude about the dishes.  I am thankful for the food we eat and the dishes to put the food on, but wow - do we make a lot of dirty dishes in just a few days. In one day, really.  When we are down to using a spoon to spread the peanut butter or plastic forks at dinner, it is time.  Past time to do the dishes.  If I must.

And so, I plunge in - unloading the dishwasher, then loading it up again.  There.  Now I can actually see the second and third layers of the dirty dishes waiting to be washed.  I call my girls to help me put away all the clean dishes, so the counter can be loaded up with more.  Thank you, girls.

Now it's time to get down to business.  I pop on some upbeat music and begin the process.  A Nicole C. Mullen throwback from the early 2000's or some Toby Mac.  Sometimes it's musicals like "The Music Man" or "Annie Get Your Gun."  Something to help motivate me to wash dishes for an extended period of time.  Like deep-sea diving, only without the cool stories to share afterwards.   

And then it begins.  Sink full of dishes, add hot soapy water, wash.  Oh look - now I can see some of my counter top.  This isn't so bad.  Only 159 more items to go.  "I can do this.  I can do this.  I can do this,"  I chant - sometimes out loud.  Not caring if the kids think I'm crazy.  Repeat, repeat, repeat.  An hour later, there is my kitchen sink, empty and clean smelling.  Hooray!

Rotten smell - goodbye!

The house is finally stink-free, the kitchen is shiny and...oh no!

We go potty outside, Rex!  Outside.  And clean up the mess and take the puppy out.

Well, the Mr. Clean freshness lasted approximately 10 whole seconds.  That was fun.

Time to make dinner.


Wait - I still smell poop.  Why do I smell poop?  While adjusting the t.v. for the kids, I found it.  A small squarish plastic container sitting on my living room display shelf with...have a guess?  Two little puppy poodee poos.  Oh yes - the kids cleaned it up, but forgot to throw it away.
 

Poo-dee-poo toodleoo!

 Poop on display.  What'll the kids think of next?

When I told my hubby about my exciting discovery, he informed me he's moving to the garage.


Love that man. Gotta have humor when you're raising kids.