For the last three weeks, we’ve been raising broiler chicks in the garage. For the last one week, I’ve been smelling the broiler chicks in my house.
It smells like a barn in here.
While two in diapers are other random children leaving messes in other random places, my house doesn’t always smell so rosy. It often smells like bleach (or Simple Green Lemon, my cleaner of choice) from cleaning up those messes.
I cannot bleach away the scent of the chicks. It is time for them to move to the barn, thankyouverymuch.
It took some convincing to get Blaine to believe me that it stinks in here. Then his stuffy nose unstuffed and I won that discussion, hands down.
When the eau de chick poop overpowers the eau de oil based paint I’m using on the bathroom vanity, something is desperately wrong.