Once upon a time, I discovered a rogue turd lounging on my laundry room floor. A solitary, mid-sized nugget, it stood out in stark contrast to the smooth linoleum beneath. I squinted at it for a moment, mentally cataloging the residents of my home—four energetic kids, two dogs, and two cats—trying to identify the culprit responsible for this unexpected gift.
The only ones I could completely rule out were myself and my partner, leaving the list of suspects wide open. Regardless of the offender, the situation needed addressing, so I quickly took care of it, drawing on my extensive experience as a seasoned poo-cleaning pro. In the grand scheme of the various messes I’ve navigated in my adult life, one little turd was hardly a big deal.
What really nagged at me was the fact that it was just one turd, not a pile. Any seasoned parent knows that when it comes to such things, they rarely appear alone. This unsettling fact prompted me to launch an investigation. I conducted a meticulous sweep of the laundry room and the rest of the downstairs—a search so thorough it could have impressed even the most seasoned detective.
But I found nothing. No traces, no signs to indicate the origin of the poop or its elusive companions, the other brown siblings that surely should have been there. The only plausible explanation I could come up with was that it had originated from the cats’ litter box. Maybe there had been a misfire, and one of the dogs had turned it into a prize to carry downstairs. It was a stretch, but it was the best theory I had at the moment. Sometimes, there just aren’t clear answers.
Later, I returned to the laundry room (because that’s where I seem to spend most of my time when I’m not cooking, driving, or cleaning up after my kids). I was there to retrieve my son’s sheets and comforter from the washing machine. Upon opening the washer door, I was welcomed by the fresh scent of my detergent. However, this time, it was tainted by the unmistakable smell of something foul—something like… poop.
Immediately, I sensed that something was off. I blinked a few times, hesitant to confront the reality before me, secretly hoping that if I stood still long enough, the problem might magically resolve itself. That’s when I spotted it: a waxy brown smudge on the clear window of the washer door, followed by a similar smudge on the rubber seal that appeared slightly grainy. Suddenly, the horrifying truth dawned on me like a ton of bricks—I had inadvertently washed a pile of poop.
Everything clicked into place. That morning, when I had stripped my son’s bedding, I had tossed it into a heap on the floor, intending to place it directly into the washer. But, as often happens, life got in the way—a phone call, unloading the dishwasher, and a tempting plate of cupcakes distracted me. By the time I finally got around to doing the laundry, one of my dogs had decided to use the pile as their personal restroom. I had completely overlooked it, bundling the bedding—and the unwanted surprise—into the washer.
I still can’t fathom why I didn’t catch the smell earlier. Sure, my son’s bedding needed washing, but it wasn’t so filthy that it could mask the stench of poop. Maybe I had briefly held my breath or a kid had used the bathroom nearby without turning on the fan. Who knows?
In any case, the mystery of the lone turd was solved. I sanitized the washer, rewashed the bedding (twice, just to be safe), and learned a valuable lesson, which I’m happy to share: Always check for surprises before tossing laundry in the wash. As the saying goes, “You can’t polish a turd.” But I can say I gave it a shot—even if it was purely by accident.
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In summary, this light-hearted story reveals the ups and downs of parenting, especially when it comes to unexpected surprises in the laundry room. Always be prepared for the unexpected!