My house is stinky... well, actually just the downstairs kitchen area, thankfully. I noticed it this morning while getting the kids ready for school and thought maybe one of them was a bit gassy. But, then the odor was still there when I returned from my haircut (and Starbucks, of course.) You know how you kindof get accostomed to a smell if you just hang around, but when you go out and then come back, it's all fresh and newly offensive? Yes, that's what's happening here.
Now, is it a stinky bathroom because I have a three year old boy who lacks toilet aim? Possible. Is it something stinky stuck in the garbage disposal? Maybe. Have I left something to rot in the trash can? Could be. Is something lingering in the dishwasher? Might be.
I was not able to pinpoint the smell, so I'm doing an all out clean. I have "flyladied" the sink. (Have you checked out Flylady.com? Beware, it's a bit of a cult, but with good ideas for neatness, order and balance.) She says to fill the sink all the way to the rim with hot hot hot water and add a cup of bleach, let it sit for an hour, then drain and do another layer of cleaning with Windex.
I also mopped, ran the dishwasher, took out the trash and vacuumed the area rugs. Now it just smells like bleach. I'll have to assess the real result tomorrow when I leave and then come home again to test the fresh new odors.
Can you belive a whole post about smells and cleaning? Pathetic. Either there is no art happening, or it's all for Christmas presents that I can't share. You decide.
Since I prefer a post with pictures, I'll share this with you.
Ok, there is some art happening. Claire does a wonderful job making birthday cards when she is invited to parties. This one included a watercolor rainbow! Beautiful!