When we go away for a trip, I take some time before leaving to clean things up around the house so it's not such a big disaster area when we get home. You know, like mowing the yard, running the dishwasher, vacuuming the floor...Stuff like that.
I think I'm a typical housekeeper. During the week things get picked up as needed but I leave the heavy lifting for the weekends.
Super deep cleaning? Those projects tend to be pre-planned. I have dedicated days for the really big things in life.
So when we left to go up to Ohio last week the house was it's usual tidy self. I'd run the trash out, dishes were done and any foodstuffs that were considering going viral got the boot.
Or so I thought.
We got home late from our quickie trip last weekend and when I opened the door to the refrigerator I was greeted with The Stank.
You know The Stank. We've all had it at one point or another. It's that eyebrow lifting, nose pinching, hand-waving stankiness that wafts out and embraces you.
It's not just a "phew" it's a "Oh Gross! What IS that?" kind of stink.
Since it was late, I did a quickie eyeball of the situation looking for something green and oozing. Since nothing jumped out at me, I shrugged and figured I'd find it tomorrow.
Which I did. A jar of homemade peaches that SM had been adding to his oatmeal. The problem was that he hadn't eaten any oatmeal in a few months.
Hence the stankiness.
I tossed the offense goop in the trash and walked it out to the big trash can outside figuring the problem was solved. Then I headed into work.
When I got home and opened the fridge door to search for dinner the stank was still there. Faint. But still there.
So I eyeballed everything again, sniffing as I went. Nothing.
I opened a carton of baking soda and stuck it in the fridge assuming it was just some residual stankiness that would dissipate over time.
The baking soda didn't do squat.
All week long I caught wiffs of something every time the fridge door was opened. I really didn't have time to scrub out the fridge during the work week so I resolved to save the attack for Saturday.
Casey woke me up by jumping up on the bed at 5:30am Saturday morning. "Get your butt outta bed! I'm hungry and the days a-wasting!"
Casey is a big girl at 85 lbs. Kinda hard to ignore any demands she makes of me.
So I dragged my sorry carcass up and out the door. I stumbled around with the pups for our usual 2 miler and then got everyone fed and the coffee started for SM while I sucked on my Diet Mt Dew.
Then I hit blog land, started some laundry and went out to harvest what goodies I could find from the garden. By this time SM was up and nursing his first cuppa joe on the back porch swing enjoying the morning.
"Come sit down with me." He called out as I buzzed by with some strawberries.
"Can't. Too much to do." I sang out.
"What has to be done?" He asked getting up.
"Gosh what doesn't need doing?" I replied as the dryer buzzer went off. "I want to get all this little crap out of the way so I can scrub the fridge this morning. I can't take that smell any longer."
"Do you think something died back there? I can move it for you if you want to look under it." SM offered.
"If something died, it died inside the fridge not under it. I only smell the stank when the door opens." I paused. "Maybe it's the universe telling me it's past time to give it a cleaning."
"When was the last time?" SM asked.
(insert the sound of crickets here)
"That long huh?" SM said with a smile. "I'll leave you to it then."
So while I pulled all the shelves and foodstuffs out, SM made himself busy watering the tender new transplants front and back. Thanks Squeetie Man!
It took me about an 1 1/2 hrs to clean the freakin thing out. I never did find anything creating the residual stank.
Stankiness. One of life's little mysteries goes unresolved yet again.