My laundry room has waged a war against me.
And I am so losing the battle.
Did I mention that last week the fleas invaded? As in, tiny little almost-microscopic BUGS IN MY HOUSE? IN MY HOUSE?!?
That's right. Lack of funding has led to a lack of flea medication for our two cats and because pestilence has been, to date, one of the few remaining ways in which 2009 has kicked my ass, the fleas moved themselves on in late last week.
Which led to compulsive cleaning levels unheard of in recent months as I scrubbed, mopped, vacuumed, pulled apart, put back together, and scoured the entire inside of my house.
Remember the dining-room-table-turned-castle from my post last week? It was dismantled amidst many anguished cries (until I let the cryer crawl up on the table and help take it apart) so all the assembled blankets could be washed. All bedding was stripped and brought downstairs to wash. Extra blankets, throw pillows, cushion covers, you name it--if it's made of anything that resembles durable fabric, it's been washed in hot water and dried on mega-high-heat in the past several days.
Add this to the fact that Zoey has had an unprecedented number of mid-nap and middle of the night accidents in the past several days, and you can see why I am losing the Battle of the Laundry Room. Believe me when I tell you that I could convert all 40 of my outside-job working hours to hours spent slaving away in front of my washer and dryer and still run the risk of not seeing my laundry room floor by the end of the week.
So, just to recap, we've weathered unemployment, uber-budgeting, potty training, the stomach flu, fleas, a laundry room floor that looks like it's tiled in wet bedding, and the brink of insanity on my part, all in less than a year.
I'm penciling in the herd of locusts for October, a tentative Swine Flu outbreak in November, and the eruption of Mt. Rainier for late December.
I'll bet you all can't wait to read my Christmas letter this year.
5 comments:
Oh I'm so sorry.....that's a lot in a year!
We used to get a flea infestation every year when I was a kid. They'd move in late summer and torture the hell out of us until it got chilly. Then it just stopped. Hopefully you've kicked their asses before they can really spread. I'll be thinking of you!
You are right, I cant wait to read it!! I am sorry that yet another thing is attacking you, you must really have pissed God off. ;)
I'm sorry, that bites (flea bites).
Fleas are no fun, but at least it's not head lice brought home from school. One of my fears now that Faith is in Kinder.
Yikes. I do love the Christmas letter though... ?
Keep up the good work. Are you sure you're not nesting? Those symptoms seem to mirror what I was doing the last 3 weeks of my pregnancy. :)
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