Please tell me I’m not the only one who plagued by mysterious rank odors permeating their house. Sure, when you’re pregnant, your sense of smell is supposed to heightened. Somehow, my keen nose never waned post-birth and in fact, seems to be getting stronger all the time (perhaps evolutionary adaption of modern-day suburban moms to keep their homes presentable for playgroups??). I’m not sure this enhanced sense is a good thing. Typical scenario: I detect a whiff of something nasty and after ruling out all of the usual suspects (poopy diaper, trash needs taken out, rotten veggie in the fridge drawer, etc.), I still can’t put my finger on it. I then tell my husband, who declares me crazy. I then continue my desperate search of the stench. After about a day, my husband then acknowledges said odor. He looks for possible sources of the smell. Nothing is determined. At this point, I start to get a little crazy, possibly cry a smidgen and threaten to cancel hosting book club because our house reeks. Eventually, mystery odor is identified and remedied with an excessive amount of air fresheners and candles. Breathe sigh of relief. The crisis is laid to rest–just in time for the next stinky assault on our home.
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Meredith blogs at The Mom of the Year, dedicatedly earning her title one epic parenting fail at a time. When her kids aren't busy pummeling each other with Legos or requiring their 16th sippy cup refill of the day, she tries to offer quick, relatable laughs for fellow parents of the world and all their empathizers. She remains entirely terrified by crafts, promises to never share any useful household tips, and is fully committed to a less serious look at the world of parenting.