When I opened the door to the daycare room this morning at 6 am, I was assaulted with that dreaded something-died-in-the-kitchen smell. You know what I’m talking about. I ran lots of hot water down the drain, checked for forgotten rags and rotten potatoes to no avail.
And then I opened my dishwasher.
Which I last ran on Friday afternoon.
It didn’t drain.
Fortunately it’s still under warranty. Unfortunately the repairman can’t make it out here until Friday. Which means I’m going to be bailing sludge today…and even then I have my doubts about that eliminating the smell…