The Reality of Grief & Clutter & The Smell…
Grief makes you forget things…like how long the “leftovers” have been in the fridge. And today I paid the price.
I opened the fridge and the smell PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE like full on WWE style, no warning , no mercy. I wasn’t just smelling it, I was experiencing it on a spiritual level.
At this point I’m not even sure what the original food was. A casserole? Spaghetti? A distant memory? All I know is that it has fully evolved into something that now has rights and maybe a social security number too 😳
Grief and clutter go hand and hand, and sometimes, that means your fridge turns into a crime scene. But today, I’m reclaiming my space (and my nostrils) one trash bag at a time.
Tell me I’m not alone. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever found in your fridge? Be honest. 🤢🤪#fyp #lemon8challenge #letschat #Lemon8Diary #declutter
















































































































Moldy cucumbers that somehow got covered with more produce. I couldn’t even grab it as it was soft. 🤢