Last week I forgot a load of laundry in the washer. It sat, fermenting, for three days. When I discovered my mistake, the load of wash (a big one--reds and pinks and oranges--my kitchen towels, bathroom rugs, and a good chunk of Kate's and Lexi's wardrobes) stunk. Bad. So I washed it again, and that didn't work. I poured Oxy Clean and vinegar in the load, washed it again, and it didn't work. Finally, I soaked the entire load in hot water and a whole lotta vinegar and baking soda. The clothes soaked over night, and the towels soaked for 24 hours. Here's what that looked like.
Eventually, after great care and patience, the stinky smell left and the laundry was fresh and clean once again. I've decided that's like life. Sometimes an unexpected mess drops in my lap and I don't know what to do with it. I didn't go looking for trouble; it just found me and hurt more than I expected. I try and try and try and that thing is still stupid and messy. After a while, though, the mess lessens, and in time the stench fades and everything is back to normal again.
Right now my mess isn't super tragic. It just feels stinky and stupid. I'm not sure what the vinegar-and-baking soda solution looks like yet, but I look forward to coming out on the other side all fresh and rosy.
P.S. I'm being cryptic on purpose. Giving details would be even more dramatic, and of course I wouldn't want that.