Grossed Out

My morning started in a terrible tone, or with a terrible smell, if you would. I must tell the story to the internet as a therapy to overcome this traumatic experience. If you are like me, sensitive to bad smells and ready to throw up on them, you must stop reading right here.

I was carrying out a recycling bin before I got Sienna into the car. As soon as I walked in through the garage door, I said to Sienna, “Max peed somewhere.” I was going like a dog searching for the source. Nowhere could it be identified. It was in the air. We got into the car, it was there too. We must being carrying it. I had to roll down the windows so that it went away somehow. Could be Max that peed on my jacket? I questioned. Sienna was relieved. “Mommy, your jacket was on top of mine.” I took off the jacket and sniffed on it – not really there…

I walked into the school’s hallway and into the washroom right away to wash my hands, as if that would help. Outside, I heard my daughter announcing to her friends and their moms, “Our cat peed on my mom’s jacket.” I was so embarrassed. Coming out, I had to say, “Oh, it’s not this jacket. Don’t worry.” Coming home, the smell seemed to go away.

Whoosh, it came back again -- as soon as I sat down in front of my computer! Now I got it. It was straight from my black Velcro sweat pants! To stop myself from throwing up, my mind started to race in a backward motion. I realized this. Somehow the recycle bin was left outside last night. Its bottom was wet from the melting snow and apparently picked up Max’ doing. I took the pants off and threw them in the garbage can. Afterwards, I had a longest shower ever. I still couldn’t get rid the smell out of my mind… Only now having told my story, I am feeling nice and clean and ready for a great day ahead.