Okay, I know you all are checking the blogs because you are procrastinating some type of work, just like I am procrastinating finishing cleaning my kitchen, right?
To help you out, I have a funny story:
We have two boys. As anyone with boys will tell you, they aren't always the cleanest while "spending a penny"*. And one of my boys is, well, lets just say he is quite a bit worse than his brother.
Our main floor bathroom has had this odd smell... like old tinkle, and I couldn't figure out why. At first I thought that "sloppy child" was tinkling on the floor. I cleaned, re-cleaned, and cleaned again, to no avail. I couldn't get rid of the smell. Over Christmas break, I cleaned again, just to be sure, but sure enough, when we got back, the smell was still there.
The troubling thing, throughout this time, was that the smell was quite strong down the stair hallway too. I began to think we must have a leak under the toilet that was going into the floor and the walls. I wasn't looking forward to having to replace flooring or drywall. On a chance, I asked one of the members of our church, who is a plumber, if it was possible that we just needed a new seal around the toilet. He said that might be the problem, and if so Elliott would be able to replace it himself pretty easily.
That was a couple of weeks ago, and due to apprehension on our parts of pulling the toilet up, we didn't take care of the smell. But it really was getting worse! Almost to the point where I couldn't stand it.
Yesterday, I thought to myself, "We put down an area rug in front of the bathroom. I wonder if the rug is the problem." I tried to remember if we got the rug before or after the smell was noticed, but didn't think about it too much as Thursday is my busiest day.
Yesterday, Elliott, also in an attempt to discover the source of the smell, cleaned the bathroom himself, and then the door was shut until this morning, when I went in for a second, and realized the smell wasn't in there. I thought it was odd, and later, when Elliott and I were chatting, I mentioned that I had suspicions about the rug.
"Yes!" he said, almost yelling, "It's the rug pad!"
Turns out, when we put the area rug down, we put a rug pad under it, and at the time he thought the pad smelled stinky. He even remembered washing his hand thoroughly because the smell was so strong on them.
We pulled the rug up, (which smelled yucky on the bottom), and he smelled the rug pad, and ran it to the outside trashcan. I flipped the rug over, gave it a healthy dose of Febreeze, and sat back to wait.
Fast forward a few hours, and I can safely say I now can walk down my stairway to the basement and breath in deeply. Ah, relief. You're all invited to the party! :-)
*"Spend a penny" is a polite term "use the bathroom" in England.