I'm Not Going To Make It

I was really starting to feel comfortable in our house since Arik fogged the house and treated the dogs. That's is until this evening...

I went downstairs to change the clothes in the washer and dryer. I'm still a little wary about going downstairs since that is the lair of satan's offspring...the fleas, people! So, I'm looking around, walking gingerly from the door to the dryer.

I start switching the clothes around and then I notice this little nipping feeling... I look down at my feet and ankles and there are little spots on me. How can this be? I'm not anywhere near carpet! They're just chillin' on the concrete floor!

I hurry up and get my clothes. It's very challenging to run with a full basket of clothes in your arms, but I manage. I stop just outside of the kitchen door and check myself again. There are still some on my! I pinch'em off and walk inside.

I go to my computer to do some light research. The things that Arik did on Thursday aren't providing me with enough instant gratification any longer.

I hate the Internet! I find all kinds of stuff telling me that they might come back in 2 weeks (that is the dormant generation flaring up - the ones that were safe inside their cacoon when Arik foggered), we'll have to vaccum 10 times a day for the next year, Ginger will have to be bathed daily, the yard will have to be drenched in soapy water to kill the fleas that are waiting to pounce on Ginger when she takes a potty break, we will have to develop a new daily ritual of parting our hair and sifting through for fleas - like monkeys do, we'll have to burn down the house in order to rid ourselves of this crap! I don't think I can make it!

Well, the point of this post is to purge. As I was reading all of that stuff on the net, I felt the tears well up in my eyes. Seriously, people, there is nothing I hate more than bugs, insects, whatever you want to call them! I held it together, though. At least until Arik went to bed. I know how much he really hates it when I cry over things he considers baby stuff...

Once he went to bed, I let it all out - as quietly as I could. I can't take this! Aiden's birthday is coming up in a couple weeks and I wanted to have a birthday breakfast for him, but if the situation doesn't change, there won't be anybody coming over to our house!

What am I going to do?


Desiree said...

Hang in there! Tie a knot at the bottom of your rope and hang on by your toes - you know, like monkeys do. ;-)

a little laugh? a little one? just so you don't cry??

3 Guys and a Girl said...

Thanks, Desiree. I did laugh at the monkey comment. You're a lifesaver...


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