to continue the grossness...

So I thought I would have a nice early night tonight after CSI: Miami, but as Iain and I were tidying the kitchen I kept getting this whiff of poo. We discovered the smell was coming from his shoes by the back door so we threw those outside. He went to bed, I took a bath.

I went down to make a cup of tea, and smelled it again. Then I noticed I smelled a little like poo. (I know, some bath, huh?) I lifted a foot and sure enough...Iain must have tracked it in, which meant it would be on the door mat, on his slippers, on my flip-flops, and all over the living room floor.

So I just mopped the entire downstairs with warm bleach water and lemon essential oil (for that extra anti-bacterial kick, and to mask the bleach smell). And that is how I came to be up after midnight on a weeknight AGAIN. If I smell poo when I go downstairs tomorrow morning I'm going to be really pissed off.

I would normally never use chlorine bleach on the floor (only in the toilet sometimes), but when it comes to poo, I become a little OCD. (I even wore socks for the job that I took off and put in the dirty laundry right away. Vik, you'd be so proud!)

I also forgot to mention in my Xo-throwing-up-in-the-cab-story (started under Vik's Team Member of the Month post): I'd forgotten to bring a vomit receptacle so I just opened my purse – you imagine the rest.