Ya'll. There's a serious funk in our house. At first we thought it was the radiators. We had them checked. It's not the radiators. We thought maybe it was a dead animal. Or maybe the neighbors had something weird going on.
We're not talking a little whiff now and then. We're talking rotten, putrid air when you open the door to our bedroom and Asher's room.
Hubs resorted to neighbors. The elderly lady on five sent her caretaker down to take a whiff. No help. The architects below us said that this has been a recurring problem for the past two years. They even ripped out a wall to try and fix a drain in hopes it would diminish. To no avail. My hopes sunk. I thought I left smells like this behind in South Asia.
It would appear it's some sort of internal building problem that won't be easily discovered or remedied. The good news is, it was almost unnoticeable this winter. The bad news is, it's barely hot right now. If this is the heat bringing it out, I cannot even imagine what August will be like.
I'm working it out a little better these days...closing off the rooms with the strongest smell and putting fans in the windows.
And finally, after about 7 years of snobbishly resisting "faddish" behavior, I am diffusing essential oils in my house. All you granolas will be delighted to know, it is helping.
(I hope you hear the love, Amanda.)