Day 1: Walk in the door and smell a slight odor. Instruct a child to take the trash out.
Day 2: Walk in the door and smell a slightly stronger odor. Instruct all children to inspect the bottoms of their shoes for dog poo.
Day 3: Walk in the door and ask smell-deprived husband what in the world the smell could be.
Night 3: Lying in bed at 11:00, trying to fall asleep, convince yourself the smell permeating the entire house is a gas leak and this is the last day your family will spend on this earth. Make your husband get out of bed so the two of you can sniff out the leak. Smell- and sleep-deprived husband may claim to smell something in the basement just so he can say, "It's not a gas leak" and go back to bed.
Day 4: Walk in the door and get hit in the face with one of the nastiest odors you've ever smelled. Children walking in the door with you may fall over gagging and yelling, "Who pooped?" Decide an animal has died somewhere in the house.
Day 5: Husband sees this as a prime opportunity to get the basement cleaned in order to find the carcass. Kids grumble while cleaning, seeing as they don't have gas masks. No animal is found. Decision is made to live with it. Decomposition doesn't take that long.
Day 6: Say a little thank you prayer that no one has been scheduled to enter our house during decomposition week. Pray the stench doesn't resemble cigarette smoke, soaking into our clothes and leaving a wake of death smells everywhere we go.
Day 7: Realize the stench no longer reaches the far ends of the house.
Day 8: Make white chili in the crock pot to mask the smell all day.
Day 9: Walk in the door and realize the smell is almost gone.
Day 10: Walk in the door and smell the normal stink of an old farm house housing 6 kids. Happy to be back to normal, but scared of that day in the future when the skeleton is finally found. Pretty sure it will be someone here installing a new washing machine or cleaning out the vents or tuning up the furnace who will find it.
That will be a fun conversation.
Have a lovely day!