MC and I head into the kitchen to scrounge up something for breakfast.
MC says, “Something in here reeks.”
I completely agree that our kitchen has lost that fresh scent that it rarely has.
Me: “I’m sure it’s the trash. I think it still has chicken pieces I cut off when I made dinner the other night.” And, yup–the trash is definitely not smelling so hot.
Turning to get a bowl for cereal, I notice dishes from my lunch from Tuesday.
Me: “Or maybe it’s this.”
As I open the lid, the smell hits me. Oh yeah, I found the culprit. I wash out the dishes, happy the smell will now dissipate.
Only, while at the sink, I realize the glass dish used to cook Wednesday’s meatloaf is sitting on the counter–and it’s filled with water, “soaking”.
Me, after moving the dish and activating the odor: “Oh, it’s DEFINITELY this thing!” The smell is just shy of horrendous and I proceed to wash out the dish AND the sink.
Convinced that A.) the smell would now go away, and B.) we are terrible housekeepers, I return my attention to breakfast.
Then MC says, “OR…it could be this.”
I turn and see him pointing out the cooler that was holding a tray of barbecue beans from Thursday. The beans had been put away but there was still plenty of sauce in and around the tray and spilled all over the inside of the cooler.
It might be time to hire a housekeeper.
Oh wait, I’d have to clean first.