Crapitude, Continued

Oh. My. Lord.

May has been by far the worst month of my LIFE, hands down, bar none. I seriously haven't had one good day since, like, the 2nd of the month. And it doesn't appear to be getting much better, though I'm trying my very hardest to be optimistic (obviously it isn't working, can you tell?). I promise I'm not usually this much of a downer, but damn. Is karma coming back to bite me on my ass for something horrible I've done? ... On second thought, don't answer that. ;)

I don't usually blog twice in one day. But today has just been all-around frustrating, and here's why. I love, love, LOVE a clean (or at least picked up) house. To be in an environment of chaos and disorder irritates the crap out of me. But since I've been sick for two days, and Curtis has been working, here's what my house looks like right now:

(In case you can't see it, the "WTF?" is in reference to a weird brown stain on my pillowcase that I know I didn't put there. I'm almost scared to know what it is.)

Anyway, so that's that. And I didn't even take pictures of my bedroom, or the bathroom ... but suffice it to say, they're equally disgusting. I still feel like crap, but I figured that the mess was making me feel even worse ... so I pulled myself up by the bootstraps this evening and tried to improve my situation. I got a load of laundry in the wash and came back upstairs to clean up a bit.

While I was moving throughout the house picking up this and that, I noticed that I could smell the detergent from upstairs. I thought it was odd, but I figured it was just the first thing I could actually get a whiff of in two days, and that's why it was so strong to me. Little did I know, though, that this was the reason why:

One of the cats had apparently knocked my economy-sized bottle of detergent off the washer and onto the floor. (And to add insult to injury, the little bastard hadn't even knocked off the generic version - it had to be the pricier one. Go figure.)

I don't even know how to go about cleaning up a mess like this. Logic tells me to sop it all up with towels and then throw them in the wash (sans soap, naturally) ... but my washer is high-efficiency, which means it takes very little detergent, which means a load of soap that big would almost surely make an even bigger mess. I'm out of paper towels. Meanwhile, the kids were running amok upstairs and I was praying they wouldn't come down to the laundry room and track all over the place.

So I sopped it up with four towels, a bunch of bedsheets from the hamper, and a T-shirt. I could rinse them out in the sink ... but my sink is full of dishes. I could rinse them out in the tub ... but my tub is full of toys. (I could remove the dishes, and the toys, but who wants to do all that after cleaning up a mess of that magnitude?)

I've just washed the soapy sheets by themselves. I've got a few more loads of laundry to do anyway, so I figure I'll just toss a soapy towel in with each load. Surely that won't overload the washer with suds ... right?

I'll keep you posted.