What do these things have in common? I had all of them today.
Mom's place got off to a slower start than I had hoped for. I finished the area I was hoping to but every time I turned my head half an inch, I was instantly overwhelmed with what was left. Mom was a bit of a hoarder. She liked collecting and hated tossing. Over the last year, she started 'going through' everything which really ended up being her moving things from one pile to a next. The end result of that is a pile that consists of 50 pieces of scrap paper and trash and 3 very important documents mixed in. This is going to take me a year, especially when I'm trying to keep The Baby from sticking his finger in pencil sharpeners and VCRs. Mom also liked having multiples of things. Anyone need a printer or three?
Anyways, midway through the day I went to trash some of the stuff in the bathroom. I saw something jump out of the corner of my eye but I assumed it was just movement from me dropping something in the bag. Nerp. That would be too easy. Within seconds I had three fleas on my legs. I yelled for Aunt B to come grab and toss the bag I had so I could kill all the fleas on me. Mom had a problem a few weeks ago but we hired an exterminator and she hadn't had any issues since. I called the exterminator hoping they might be in the neighborhood but they're not available until next week. Our next solution was to bomb the place. With foggers, you guys, but don't think the thought didn't cross my mind. I dropped the baby off at the BFF's after thoroughly checking him for fleas, grabbed a venti of sanity and prepared to go to war against the evil little blood sucking jerkholes.
Sadly, this meant that we didn't get nearly enough done today and most likely wont be able to get much done tomorrow either. The Baby is my almost constant sidekick and I don't want him rolling around in pesticides quite yet.
I got a call from Wayne from Mom's new place. He's one of the activity guys and they're throwing Mom a housewarming party tomorrow afternoon. I'm going to dress the kids up in dresses and button down shirts. I may even brush their hair. Appetizers and non alcoholic wine, here we come.
Off to gorge myself on Joe Joes and Bacon Ranch popcorn (thank you S!). One of these days I'll find my self control again. I assume its under one of the piles of laundry.
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