I’ve mentioned before that my kids are gross. I’ve lamented about them leaving rotten apple cores in the living room. I’ve complained about their inability to clean in an acceptable manner. I’ve made it clear that due to their grossness I will procreate no more.
They’re disgusting. I won’t drink out of the same cup as them. I know that sounds harsh, but in my defense about 90% of Jackson’s diet is his own boogers. I’m not exaggerating.
Anyway, lately my house has been a bit of a mess. I’m a fairly good housekeeper, especially when you consider I have four children and a stupid dog to clean up after. But, in the last week or so, I’ve let things slide. The basement, which includes the big kids’ bedrooms, bathroom, and a living area is currently beyond gross. We actually ran out of plastic bowls because they were all scattered downstairs. (The rule in the house is no food downstairs, but no one listens to me.)
When I walked in the front door yesterday I noticed a bad smell. A really bad smell. I followed my nose downstairs, but could not locate the source of the smell. I did notice that not only was the living room area messy, but so were both the bedrooms. The bathroom was beyond messy. I didn’t go inside because I don’t have time to update my tetanus shot.
I assumed the smell had something to do with either the bathroom or John’s feet. His soccer shoes and bag have been banned from the house due to their foul smell.
My friend Heather was supposed to come over today to help me fix my computers. Again. I had to cancel because I was embarrassed of the house and the stench. She’s a neatnik, I didn’t want her to unfriend me because my house was messy. Don’t judge her for that, I would have done the same thing.
Today I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. The upstairs looks great. But the downstairs still smells. When the big kids got home I instructed them to find the source of the scent.
(They hadn’t noticed it, which makes me question their sanity.)
A few minutes later Taryn brought me this…
That’s edamame. Taryn took it in her lunch. More than a week ago.
The basement is now back to just smelling like John’s feet. I’ll take it.