Inside Gigi's World

How patient can a person get?

I know accidents happen, they do, I know because I mess shit up all the time.

But WTF.

Seriously.

WTF.

We have our washer and dryer downstairs in our basement and it is only partially finished, finished enough for cement floors and a washer and dryer hook up but that’s about it.

This time of year it is constantly damp down there. Even with dehumidifiers it still gets a little damp feeling down there on super humid days so I have to stay pretty diligent about making sure no cloths stay down there and that the kids are good about switching their loads over and bringing them upstairs when they are done.

I have noticed a smell downstairs for the pass few days and couldn’t figure out for the life of me where the hell it was coming from or what the hell it was….

As many of you know me and the kids bought the hubby a griddle grill for Father’s Day. If you do not own one of these, I highly recommend that you make the purchase.

R. has been increasing excited to help his father on this grill. He has had all these big ambitions of things he wants to learn to cook on it.

We have a freezer downstairs that we keep full of frozen stuff but mostly meat and thank goodness we did because it really helped get us through when meat was somewhat difficult to find.

R. has been pulling meat out whenever we take the grill out which it has been nice to see him excited about something other than the XBoX.

Today, when I went downstairs to start a load of laundry I noticed there was a pretty decent sized puddle on the floor and the smell was even worse.

Upon closer inspection I realized this was not, in fact, a puddle of water like I had thought.

You guessed it folks, it was thawed out blood and guts from the meat that was in the fucking freezer.

R. accidentally knocked the plug out the last time he went into the freezer a few days back. Causing everything, every single good damn thing in that freezer to unthaw. There wasn’t even a frozen French fry left.

Did I already mention WTF?

Seriously!

What in the actual Fuck!?

I made him clean out the freezer, that was when we discovered that there was about a gallon of fluid that still needed to be drained from the freezer. Which I made him do all by himself.

All the while he was gagging and dry heaving the whole time. I told him if he vomited to do it in the damn bag because I wasn’t picking that up either.

He tried to plead his case, all the reasons why I should be cleaning it and not him.

I’m better at it.

It smells.

The melted broccoli smelled like death. No genius, it is not the broccoli you smell, it’s the damn 50 pounds of dead animal flesh that smells like that.

It was an accident.

Tough shit. Accident or not, it’s still your mess.

He has since gotten all of the fluid off of the floor. He has cleaned the inside of the freezer out and washed it with bleach and water.

Tomorrow he cleans it again and is scrubbing that damn floor.

Did anyone happen to notice if I asked already, what in the actual fuck?

I kept my cool a lot better then I probably anticipated, especially with him throwing a fit because he didn’t want to clean it.

I just wish I could say the same for the chicken…..