My Stinky Clean House

The pain that began when I left the orthodontist today has evolved into a pretty bad smell.

Let me explain.

The pain was not physical... unless you count the sharp pains shooting though my chest and the nagging headache that was part of me most of the morning.

The pain was in my wallet. Or empty wallet, I should say. And not to worry, the sharp pain in my chest part is probably more of an exaggeration, but you get the idea. The headache, though, was very real.

So I did what I always do when I am bothered by something.

I clean.

I started in one corner of the living room and was stuck there for quite sometime. Normally I do a quick dusting with my handy dandy swiffer, but days like today required the use of actual furniture polish and an old rag. Then, just to be sure that I was completely too preoccupied to think about anything important, I actually removed items before I dusted. That's is a big deal for me, just ask my mom. I can still remember all the times at home when she would lift stuff to see if I dusted underneath them. Some things never change.

So I dusted and organized and dusted some more. I moved plants around and played with the cat and took a long time getting the mail. I cleaned off my dresser and counted how many Bibles I had and organized my greeting card collection. I found a long lost picture of my husband and me with our first baby boy.

Now that has been a while back.
Especially when you consider what our family looks like today.

As you can see, I get a little sidetracked but for today, that was a good thing. My cleaning spree was only interrupted by the changing out of cd's and the picking up of kids at school. By the time my husband got home from work, the house was spotless, the laundry was done, and Tombstone pizzas were baking in the oven.

The orthodontist problem, however, had not been solved.

So I decided to utilize the self-cleaning feature of my oven since it was already hot from the pizzas. Hence the bad smell. Now our (clean!) house just stinks and we still have a girl that needs braces.

Good thing the quote they gave me is good for six months. That's plenty of time to clean and organize and think.

She can have straight teeth once I finish with the attic.