Monday, November 13, 2006

Crying Over Spilled Milk

For days I had been trying to figure out what the unpleasent smell was coming from somewhere in my car. With the weather being cooler, it was unpleasent but not unbearable. I looked around for misplaced sippy cups or any diapers that may have been missed when gathering things from our daily excursions, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

Munchkin and I lived like hermits for a couple of days and didn't leave the house one time. We got a bit of a break in the cold weather and it warmed back up into the 70's. It was time to venture out of the house and that's when it hit me! I opened my car door and was nearly knocked down by this horrid, vomit inducing aroma. So, I knew that a full on inspection was in order. I pulled the stroller out, all of the toys, and went digging under the seats and there it was, wedged between the cd case, covered by the umbrella, hiding under my passenger side seat - The sippy cup that Munchkin had so frivolously disposed of on a whim when it was no longer needed. The sippy cup that at one time contained the proper form of milk rather than it's counterpart, cottage cheese.

Well, atleast I found the culpit, remove the sippy, roll down the windows, open the sunroof, smell be gone...... Wrong, if only it were that easy. You see, the "Non-Drip" sippy cups that I have spent a small fortune on, had failed me. There was obviously a leak. The worst part was trying to locate the spot. Once I did that, without throwing up my lunch, I saturated the area with Resolve, waited 5 minutes and scrubbed. Again, roll down the windows, open the sunroof, smell be gone...... Wrong! Repeat.... Wrong!

It has now been almost 2 weeks and the smell is still there. My poor Mother, not wanting to hurt my feelings, says "I don't smell anything, really!" My sister a couple of days later, says "I think you are going to have to get that professionally cleaned" As I'm writing this post, I'm letting some new cleaner do it's magic... Keep your fingers crossed that this will work, or I may be forced to sell this sour smelling, milk machine on wheels. Won't Hubby be thrilled at my request?

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