Gag.

Remember when I went to camp?

And when I left, like I always do, I cleaned the house up.
I did leave laundry.
I knew I would have a lot of that when I got back, and that was okay.
I cleaned everything else though.
I have this thing with not wanting to come home from vacation to a dirty house.
My Mom always did that too.
She was always sleep deprived going into vacation, cause she stayed up so late the night before spit-shining the house.
I think perhaps subconsciously, we are thinking that if we DIE on a trip, at least the relatives combing through what we left behind won't be appalled at the state of our non-vacuumed carpets? Maybe??
Anyway...
I left half of a dishwasher full of dirty dishes. There wasn't enough to run the load.
I came home to THE SAME STINKY DISHWASHER AND AN OVERFLOWING SINK FULL OF DIRTY DISHES.
The smell.
Oh, sweet moses.
The smell!
I can't even describe to you what shredded wheat looks like after fermenting in milk, in the summer, in the sink for four days.
No one should ever know what that looks like.
Or smells like.
And the dishwasher...I opened the door, and almost passed out.
I am still gagging.