What's That Smell?

The week started out like any other school week.  It was Mia's first monday of the new school year.  Everyone was fed and dressed and Shelby had left for work.  As we were all getting buckled up in the car Mia commented in disgust "Ewwww... It smells like a trash can in here!"  "Yes." I told her.  "I know we need to clean the car out."  We, as you know, had just come back from camping, among other things and our car -which is usually a pretty big mess in the first place- had succumbed to the filth for good.  It's true, it was totally full of trash.  Nothing totally nasty.  Lots of empty bottles of water, maybe one or two rogue grapes Lennon had thrown down in protest.  It really shouldn't smell this bad, I thought.  After dropping her at school our day continued as usual.  I didn't really think about the smell again except to think, "I should really clean this out tonight after the kids go to bed."  As you can imagine, if you know me, that did not happen.  

Tuesday morning.  Back in the car.  It smells sooo much worse than it did the day before.  I suddenly think, "I don't remember unloading that canadian bacon from the grocery store sunday night."  Could it be?  Would that really smell this bad.  I said to myself "I'll just get back there and check after I drop Mia at school."  After dropping her today I completely forgot to go back and check if the canadian bacon was in there.  Later in the day I thought maybe there was a diaper I had changed - just pee don't freak out - sitting in the back of the car making us all sick from the smell.  Flash forward to picking Mia up from school today.  When I loaded Lennon in the car - after waking him from a sound sleep - it smelled so bad.  Literally, like Mia said, a trash can.  Really more like a trash dump.  It was gross!  I determined I would not forget to go back there and check after I picked Mia up from school.  The moment came.  I put the kids in their seats and headed back to see if indeed the canadian bacon had fallen out of a grocery bag and sat in the back seat in the heat for two days making the whole car smell so rotten.  As I opened the back end I had to step back a little it smelled so horrible.  I started to be a little concerned about my own car.  What the heck is that smell??  To my horror I found in a neat little grocery sack, not a small rotting package of canadian bacon.  Oh no!  That would have been a nice surprise.  This neat little plastic grocery sack contained - pause for effect - One POUND of ground turkey meat, one package of raw chicken breasts, one package of string cheese, one package of shredded mozzarella cheese, and of course, the canadian bacon.  All of which had, yes, been sitting in the back of our car for TWO DAYS!!!  I quickly twisted the bag back up and drove to the nearest trash can I could find.  It seemed to smell much worse even though I'm sure it was just my imagination.  I thought I might throw up just at the thought of us driving around all that time with all that nasty raw meat just sitting in the car.  

I am pleased I guess, that the car didn't just smell so bad from our general filthiness.  Still, it's pretty darn sick!  

Oh yeah, p.s....  Sunday night I went to the store after the kids were both asleep.  When I returned I grabbed as many bags as I could and went inside to ask Shelby for some help.  Now, one of us didn't grab that last bag.  I'm not going to point the finger or name names, but this person has the initials SHELBY KENT FRANCIS.  Oh woops!  Sorry honey!  

I love you anyway honey.  I love you anyway.