April 23, 2012 § Leave a Comment
A couple Fridays ago we came home after being out all day to a horrid stench. Our very quaint one-bedroom apartment has never been well ventilated. But this time the kitty litter box effect was nauseating.
We opened all of the windows and began to search hi and low. I sniffed more corners than I even care to admit and got more acquainted with our rug and under every piece of furniture past the point of comfortable-ness.
After a two hour search–complete with sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, and laundry–we were still completely at a loss and the stench was even more palpable than when we started. It was really starting to bug us.
The next day after our parenting class, I asker Trev if he wanted to go Ikea to get a new couch cover for our white-stained couch with my birthday money. He was overjoyed with the idea and off to Burbank we went.
When we were done with the Ikea rigormero, we headed home, put the kids down for a nap, and started our couch-covering project. As soon as we pulled the couch away from the wall, we discovered the source of the time-consuming smelly-fiasco from the evening before.
Mold had covered the wall and baseboard of the wooden floors. Black, gray, white fluffy disgusting mold was filling the air with its horrid wetness and stench and sneakily hiding behind our couch for months. It only took us until that moment to discover it.
The apartment that I birthed my own son in was a breeding ground for mold. I wouldn’t know until twelve days later just how much mold that was.
To Be Continued…
Photo: Moldy mold in the bedroom. We were breathing that in.
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