This morning, I threw away a favorite, old, tee shirt. It SMELLED. I loved this shirt, and have had it for years. It was one of my first SCA shirts and said, in Latin, “Our Dream is not of This Time.” It was just the right weight and size, and had faded to just the right softness.
But… the smell. No matter how many times I washed it, or how fresh out of the dryer it was, it had an oder of… how do I describe it….? Wet B.O.? Baked armpit? Sour laundry.
I tried baking soda, vinegar, grapefruit seed extract, fabric softeners and bleach. Still stinko.
My good old shirt went out in a fit of bathroom and closet cleaning and clutter removal.
But, here’s what didn’t go. Some odds and ends of my infertility treatment. Why am I hanging on to an expired box of ovulation predictor sticks and a pregnancy tests? Cause I am sooooo done having babies. These are from my time trying to conceive Eleanor, so they are 3 years old at least, and not likely to be accurate any more. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to throw then in the trash.
It’s ironic. I want to get back to the SCA, but I throw away the old Tees easily.
I’m done having babies, and am therefore done with infertility, but I keep the tools for conceiving.
Is this as messed up as I think it is?