Little kin and I weren't home last night, so I walked into our home with a new nose. And that first whiff of home smelled like something had died. Cut to several hours of me trying to clean anything and everything that could be stinking up the house while little kin took the best nap of my life.
I ultimately ended up finding a dead mouse in a trap behind the refrigerator because EWWW so much EWWW. But you know, this didn't happen until after I'd scrubbed the other 85% of the kitchen, cleaned the bathroom, and washed like 8 loads of laundry.
In the midst of this, little kin walks up to me with a shitty diaper and tries to pretend that he didn't poop his pants. Come on! I'm walking around sniffing the house--like I wouldn't smell you being shitty!
Submitted July 23, 2017 at 04:28AM by dscokink8 http://ift.tt/2tAsvfv breakingmom
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