And yes, the cursing is necessary.
You parents that are wired like me.....clean organized and cannot function in chaos..... would have said the same thing, or at least thought it!
I am currently standing in my propped open front door because it is SERIOUSLY that bad!
Max meets me at the door almost everyday when I come home from work. He unlocks the door and permits me to come in, after I am forced to do a dance on the front porch. This brings me simultaneous great joy and mild irritation.
Today he opens the door, after I do a difficult running man, with my 45 pound office/backpack hanging off one shoulder.
A horrendous thick wall of stench pushed me back onto the porch as if it was escaping from its own nastiness!
"Ugh! Oh my gosh! What is that smell?"
I look around for the hole in the wall where the boys must have uncovered a rotting death......no hole, no body....
MAX's grin fell off his face and his brow furrowed, "yeah, I don't know what it is, we've been smelling it all day."
I swallowed the words, "it didn't alarm you that an autopsy room has migrated into this house?"
I turned the corner into the kitchen and beheld the sight of an overflowing garbage....
WHAT THE HELL !!!!
WHY DIDNT YOU GUYS TAKE THE GARBAGE OUT?
"Oh. I thought it was the fish tank."
Home all day and couldn't detect the source.
I'm in the house 1/2 a second....
Well, I did clean out the refrigerator last night and threw out old food, and should have taken or had them take it out last night.
But that's not the point....