You know how when you get home from traveling it is nice to be in your own home and your own bed... this week when we got back from Florida I wanted to turn around and go right back...
The day I left for Florida there was a huge thunderstorm and (unbeknownst to us) our little old fridge (and FREEZER) did not survive the storm. TWO WEEKS. That is how long our fridge and freezer sat rotting in our house.
It was awesome.
After about 30 seconds in the house I knew we were spending the night at a hotel and I considered that it might be easier to burn the house down (ok, not really) rather than get the smell out of everything (pillows, couches, rugs, clothes, mattresses, my hair...)
So we extended our vacation one more night and the kids and I spent most of the day hanging out in the hotel.
We ordered room service and I busted out a random stash of clearance Legos from my suitcase to keep us busy. I even got a little nap while they all watched TV.
When Johnny got back we headed to Walmart to stock up in order to face the STINK at home.
In case you were wondering it was the most horrible thing I can ever imagine smelling in my entire life. Ever.
We managed to move the fridge outside to the porch before opening the doors. I'll spare you the gruesome details of the task (think lots of maggots on my kitchen floor), but with our rubber gloves, my improvised "ninja" mask, and lots and lots of cleaners we managed to clear out the nastiness without puking. Just barely, though. We're tough like that!
To be honest it could have been LOTS, LOTS worse. It still smells a little strange downstairs, but every single inch of my kitchen and dining room has been scrubbed spotless. Guess now we know that it takes a disaster for something like that to happen! :)
Now I'll never, ever go on vacation again without worrying about what I'll find waiting for me at home.
And next time you see us, pretend like you don't notice if we smell just a little bit funny!