Sunday I woke up to about 3/4 of an entire large bottle of baby powder dumped on the floor. The girls were attempting to clean it with dripping wet rags which resulted in a trail of paste all through the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. As I went to address it, I stepped on an unraveled spiral notebook and put the wire into my heel. So, I went back to bed. Besides, sitting at the computer forces me to look at the marker he put on the wall.
I am working on pix of Claire's ears.
Charlotte is sick today.
Anything else? Oh, roaches. Terminix has been summoned. I sat in terror on the couch last night after killing two. I was afraid to cross the room to my bedroom. And once I was in the bed, I was afraid to sleep lest one crawl in.
Welp, that's it. Nothing to blog. Nothing to do except laundry and dishes. And since that ain't happenin', I'll have to get crackin' on my pressing schedule of sudoku on my phone.
6 comments:
We've got sugar ants. The exterminator has already visited and we've still got them. I sprayed again. We've still got them. The kitchen has no food out on the counter, all dishes are put away, the floor has been swept, and the counters have been wiped down with the bleach cleaner to ensure no sweet smelling residue will lure them in. We've still got them. Any ideas?
Guilt! Why do I find such happiness in your misfortune? It's because you're funny and crazy things happen to you, and depression/bi-polarity/whatever aside, you just have a lot of joie de vivre in there, Grover. And I love you!
-JessiGleason
Im sorry about the paste. At least it smells clean! And Gabe is cute- even when he is a terror
Horrible luck!
I love that the girls were trying to clean it up with dripping wet rags and that when you saw it you went back to bed. Some times the only solution is just going back to bed. You're awesome.
ahhh, the joys of life with kids!!! and court, they don't go away!!!! my parents' house had 'em and we had an exterminator, too. we resorted to putting anything with sugar (yes, even cereal) in the fridge...and somehow they'd STILL find something they liked in the pantry. it DROVE ME BONKERS!!! you have to leave texas to get rid of them, i think. (wink, wink.)
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