Wait, I smell something...

Jan Cuke was no where to be found last night.  She had a teacher's conference so I took that as an opportunity to do a deep cleaning of my room, our bathroom, and finally do the laundry that has been piling up in my closet because I just can't seem to sort out the "no dry zone" situation.  My room also has this funky odor to it that I can't seem to shake.  I bought this industrial cleaning agent called "no odor" and there is still an odor.  I bought air freshners, candles, carpet fresheners, and I cannot figure out what it is.  I am a weirdo when it comes to smells and this is making me nuts.  More so because I cannot figure out what it is.  So, another deep cleaning was in order. 

Well, last night was no different from my previous laundry experience.  The front loader was rocking back and forth and sounded like a space shuttle was about to launch in the backyard.  It was dark out as I was hanging everything out on the line and it would have been a PERFECT moment to wear a head torch, but I don't have one on me.  I am blind as a wombat as it is so this was a Seinfeld episode in the making. As I was on the ground looking for the my lost sock...I smelled something.  What was that? Where was it coming from? I stood up and walked toward the light. (Every time I think "walk toward the light" I think of poltergiest.  Caroline, walk to the light Caroline...freaky).  I felt a squish in my shoe.  UGH! 

Sweet potato? NO Apple sauce? NO Marshmallow? NO You know it, and I know it.  Dog poo.  Of course I was wearing thongs (that is what the Aussie's call flip flops) and I had just put them on.  If I had waited 3 minutes I would be in my boots and life would have been a bit easier. 

Wet clothes, pitch dark, space shuttle, shit in my toe, and now I have to shower. Twice in one day which I try to never do b/c showering is overrated.  There I was in the shower with my flip flops.  Evenutally I had everything on the line and washed. 

Now, for my room. It was my dirty, stank, laundry that was killing the room.  Fresh as a daisy finally.  Fast forward 3 days when I was doing my final laundry situation.  I stepped in another load of doo doo and tracked it in the house.  The Cukester was not thrilled with me but now my room is back to smelling like crap. 

What is the lesson you ask? Buy a head torch.