Ah, school lunches...
The past two weeks my eldest daughter has been very busy competing in Varsity Tennis competitions...and we have been there at the sidelines cheering her on. As a result, our afternoons have been busy! Hastily we put dinner together and do a few chores before we all crawl into bed exhausted from playing (and watching!!)
As a result, I haven't been on Clean Patrol! This week I've detected a smell emenating from dear eldest daughter's bedroom. She is at the end of the hall and I don't often get that way unless I am delivering laundry. So imagine my sensory assault when I opened her door yesterday and was smacked with a pungent smell bad enough to kill anyone in its path!
"Honey, what do you think that is?" I asked her as she was sitting in the room viewing her computer.
"Huh? There's a smell?" Stunned, I was wondering if it had become so engrained in her nostrils she didn't even realize what she was sitting in.
"We are cleaning this room after dinner!" I closed the door to save my stomach from another whiff and also to save myself from the waves of protest.
We started with the closet. Nothing there. The drawers. Nothing. Went through the desk. Zip. Then we ventured under the bed. Silver foil flashed the lightbulb's reflection.
"What's that?" I asked. She shrugged. I pulled it out from under the bed. The smell grew closer and I knew we had the culprit. At this point she was gagging and laughing--the smell was beyond reason!
I opened the foil. The mold was past green, into a severe stage of deep brown gunk.
"I think this is a tuna sandwich gone bad. It appears to have been here since the beginning of school!" I said with disgust.
"Uh, Mom", she replied smiling, "I haven't brought tuna to school since last June. Guess it was there awhile!" Yikes! Straight to the garage garbage can!
Later, I actually had to drive the sandwich--double wrapped--to a local dumpster because the garage was starting to smell so badly!
PS--It did not look as good as the pic! Haha!