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Oh, the Stench!

For the last few days there our home has been filled with the aroma of trash. It hasn't been pleasant.

We have taken the trash out multiple times a day, we've washed the trash cans, cleaned out the frig. I couldn't get rid of the trash smell. But the more cleaning I did, the more localized the odor became.

Yesterday we narrowed it down to Samuel's room. He took all his dirty clothes to the laundry room (why he doesn't do that everyday is beyond me.) and said that he had found a wet towel under the clothes. He was certain that was the odor culprit. And because I wanted the smell gone, I agreed.

This morning I got up, walked down the hallway, which ends at Samuel's room, and was knocked backwards by the stench. Oh my! It was awful. I decided to do school first and then deal with the stench. But, it couldn't wait. I called Samuel in his room and even he said "this is nasty." He was speaking of the smell, but he could also have been speaking about the condition of his room!

I had him pick everything up off of the floor. I was convinced something had died in there, I didn't want to be the one to find it so I left him to it.

A few minutes later he came into the schoolroom with a zippy bag that had some kind of raw meat and its juices inside it. I can't imagine what it was or why it was in his room. But it is outside now. And Samuel's room is clean and smells like Glad Pumpkin Spice.

I give it 5 hours to smell and get dirty again.

Julie

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Amanda M. said…
Oh dear. The joy of living with boys!

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