Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

What if the spilled milk was actually spilled in your car on a hot day? It’s enough to make me cry when that horrid stench of curdled rotten milk permeates the car. On an especially hot summer day you don’t even have to get in the car. You get blasted with the smell just opening the door. Have any of you had a similar experience?

Unfortunately for me, I’ve dealt with it more than once in my life. The most recent was just a week ago. Here’s how it went:

We had an interview scheduled one morning at 6:00 a.m., or so we thought. There was a miscommunication so the interview was really at 8:00 a.m. which, as it turned out, was the time Joe and I needed to leave to go downtown for a conference we were attending that day. It was a radio interview that we would be doing via the phone in the comfort of our home. We knew it would be pushing it to squeeze in the interview but decided to make it work.

When the radio station called back at 8:00 they were having some technical difficulties and kept having to re-try to avoid static and feedback. I was getting antsy because I didn’t want to be late for the conference. Finally, they solved the problem by calling two of our cell-phones so Vicki and Alina were on one, while Joe and I were on the other. It was going on longer than expected so Joe and I left mid-interview, still taking questions over the phone. It was a bit of a crazy morning. I hadn’t eaten so right before we left I asked one of the kids to make me a protein shake, which they did. I grabbed it an ran out the door, hopped in the back seat of Joe’s truck and settled in. It was challenging to still be doing the interview and act like you are in a calm environment and concentrate on their questions. Oh so silently I found a place for all my paraphenalia (purse, notebook, make-up, oh and protein shake made with milk!)

My brother-in-law was driving and when he turned that first corner, upside down went the protein shake. My life flashed before my eyes. Okay, maybe not “my life” but at least how life would be for the rest of the summer and for as long as we owned that truck. Not a pretty sight…I mean smell.

With the interview still in process I was more than a little distracted. Joe wasn’t going to be too pleased with the idea of driving around in a rotten smelly truck. And maybe he wouldn’t actually cry over spilled milk but he might fume a little bit. I had to act fast.

Right as the interview ended I picked up my phone and started looking up ways to clean up that milk and find a miracle product that would erase the smell. I didn’t really think it existed but if it did, I knew it could be found online. I came up with a few ideas but I needed something that I could do as quickly as possible, and still make it to my conference.

Big bag of baking soda

What I ended up doing was dropping them off at the conference and racng to the nearest car wash. I poured water over the milk and vacuumed it up, about ten times. One piece of advice I found was to sprinkle the area with baking soda. So, I went to the closest market and picked some up. Plus some extra strength Febreeze, fabric freshener, for good measure.

That day happened to be a little rainy with cool temperatures so it was hard to tell if the remedy worked. But the next day it was warm. I still didn’t smell a thing. Did I dare I hope that it was so easily solved? If so, I was pretty impressed with myself!

Here we are, a week or so later, with many warm and sunny days. The baking soda did the trick! I haven’t sniffed even a hint of rotten milk. There was not even a need to spray on the Febreeze.

I’ll likely never meet the person that posted that advice but I am forever grateful.

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2 Responses to Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

  1. Liz says:

    Oh yes–puke is just as bad in a hot car, too! The spilled milk is also quite nasty in the La-Z-Boy. Had that happen last week when my 5-year-old decided to eat her cereal in the family room instead of the kitchen. :)

  2. Buffalo at Heart says:

    Last summer we spilled a crockpot full of bbq sauce & cocktail weanies in our van!!! The worst part was the grease. I think the smell is mostly gone now but every once in awhile it starts to smell funky :(

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