One of the earliest incidents of Homecoming Sabotage was when I was in college. I came back from Winter Break and there was a ferocious stink in my room. So bad, in fact, that it brought tears to the RA’s eyes and no one could enter the room for long enough to find out the source. A janitor was called and in a feat of olfactory bravery, he identified the culprit. Broccoli. In the mini-fridge. For weeks. It was clearly me who left it there: I was the vegetarian who stockpiled veggies, the fridge was mine, and I was the sloppy one in our triple. We had to get rid of the entire refrigerator. I just felt lucky my roomies kept me.
Flash forward several years and several more Homecoming Sabotages until it is 2014.
This time, I promised myself, it would be different. No noses would be harmed in the making of this vacation. Before our trip to Maine, my kids were at camp. I had ample time to vacuum, sweep, wipe down, fold, and double check the toilets. (Oh, yeah, that’s a real Homecoming Sabotage that you better hope you never see/smell.)
If you are like me, once you settle in to your home, you stop noticing little cracks and dents and chips and broken things. At first they don’t register as strongly, and then they often become invisible. Until your loaner eyes come out.