The Things We Do for Love

If you read my previous entry, you would know that we had a little ‘accident’ with our second fridge. And there was a distinguished odor that followed in the wake of this little mishap. You would have also read that I had absolutely no intention of helping to cleaning it out.

Well. I got home from work the next day and I cleaned out the entire fridge. It was…an experience. One that I am hoping to never, ever have to go through again. But I’m proud of myself. Because even though I really wanted to, I did not, in fact, hurl all over the place. Something of which I am pretty certain would have created a bigger, smellier mess than what I was already dealing with.

I bleached the whole thing down, and I was not in the least bit surprised that the odor still came through. Even with all of the bleach. So since the initial clean out, I’ve bleached the thing an additional two times. Scrubbed it with baking soda. Doused it with disinfectant. And I’m bleaching it again today.

The whole house now smells. It is awful. It isn’t overpowering. But when you come home from work, there is definitely that distinguished odor rising up from the basement still. I’m running out of cleaning products to use on this thing. And candles to burn. And febreeze to spray. And detergent to wash things that have absorbed this stink.

I know it won’t be a smell that will last forever. But its been days now, and I’m going crazy. I’m a very clean person by nature. I like having the house clean. And when it doesn’t smell clean and there is very little that I can actually do about it… I feel like I’m going to die.

So in other news, Sam is continuing to move up in his job. I don’t think I mentioned it before, but he sells propane and propane accessories. He’s pretty much Hank Hill. And I love it. ("Business is a like a sandwich.") At the end of the week, he moved to salary. He’s getting more money than he had been previously. The only downside is that he is pretty much being forced to quit racking up overtime. (He won’t get paid extra for it anyway.) He’s pretty happy with it. I am too, because in my head, I feel like I’m going to be getting to see him more now. He’s supposed to get out about 4.30pm every day, Monday through Friday. But over the past few months, I’m lucky if I see him before 7pm.

Not sure if we’re going to have any real plans for Tuesday. I think I’m going to make a lasagna, and some chocolate lava cakes for dessert. Lasagna is a once-in-long-while dish that I make for Sam. Homemade sauce and everything. It was the first thing I made for him when we first started dating. (The second thing I made him was a clean kitchen. lol) 

I’m just not a fan of going out for Valentine’s Day. I feel like anywhere we would want to go would be overcrowded and going out would feel too chintzy. I just want to spend the evening with my honey. <3

Today – finish bleaching the fridge. Shower afterwards, then lunch with my mom. Busy day, today.

ALW