(Did you see my special edition Wordless and Smell-less Wednesday post yesterday?)
Tuesday morning, I was rudely awakened at 6am by Sydney yelling for a tissue. As it was a full hour before she usually wakes up, I quickly went to her snotty little nose, hoping she would not wake up fully and give me my precious remaining 45 minutes of sleep.
But as I made my way to her room, I noticed a horrible, awful, pungent stink. I wiped her snot, plugged her back in (pacifier), and told Georgia who was holding her nose to go back to sleep. What was that smell? As my nose and I grew more and more awake, I still could not figure out what could possibly stink up the entire house.
We live in a three-story house, not including the basement. Our room is on the third floor, the girls are on the second. So far two entire floors were permeated by this horrendous stench. I went down to the first floor, and the smell seemed to get even worse. Was it the trash? How could a bag of trash that had only been filled the day before stink up the whole house? I took out the trash, and that clearly was not the smell.
Was it a gas leak? We don’t have gas heat or appliances, so that definitely was not the case. Was something burning? No, all our smoke detectors have new batteries and plus it didn’t really have a burning smell.
What it really smelled like…was kind of…skunky. Eeeeeewwwwww! So by this time it’s about 6:10 and the girls have (miraculously) fallen back to sleep. I cautiously opened the basement door, hoping some horrible skunk wasn’t going to run up the stairs past me. Nothing. It actually didn’t smell quite as bad in the basement as it did in the main level. Could there be a dead skunk on the road near our house? I went out onto the front porch and did a look-sniff. No dead anythings and it didn’t smell a bit outside. Great.
Rich was at the gym, so I opened a few windows (meanwhile it’s raining outside) and went to take a shower, hoping the smell was just a figment of my pregnant nose.
Nope. Rich came home and told me that the smell had woken him up Three Times that night! So then I started worrying that maybe a skunk had died in a wall, or was nesting under the porch, or a family of skunks had moved into our basement.
The girls quickly got ready for school and left (small blessings). After a Google search, I decided to try the least obnoxious get-rid-of-skunk-smell remedy: Bake a bunch of cinnamon on 250 degrees for an hour, then prop the oven door open to let the cinnamon smell fill the house. Well, I baked the cinnamon for 2 1/2 hours for good measure.
When the girls got home from school, I asked them what they thought. Georgia said that she could still smell the skunk, but it was a lot better. Audrey said that the skunk smell was less, but she hated the smell of cinnamon (huh?) so the house still stunk to her. (Who hates the smell of cinnamon? Crazy child.)
By Wednesday morning the smell was really starting to fade. Hopefully we have avoided some new skunky neighbors and it was just a skunk passing through that stunk up our entire house.
My goodness. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Did I ever tell you about the mice in the pantry the first winter we lived here?