alone

Well, i'm not really alone i'm home with my four beautiful children, but my husband is away. It's all good though except one thing. (well, a few things)

Last night at 1:30 am I was sleeping as all good mothers are on a school night when I was awoken by a little tickle across my neck. I sat up with a fright and felt that little tickle roll around to the back of my neck and I swatted it and the little fucker (whatever it was) bit me! I jumped out of bed, flipped on the lights and my finger was bleeding and a large chunk was missing. My first instinct was to scream the scream that would wake all those beautiful children. Instead I calmly ripped apart my bed and eventually found a large carpenter ant crawling in my sheets! I killed it and flushed it. Do you think I could sleep after that? No, because where there is one ant there are MORE! I itched and fretted for three long hours before I eventually fell asleep in a worried slumber.

Tonight, before putting the little beauties to bed I vaccumed my room and searched every crevice and corner and I think it is all clear. But, will I sleep?

Then, I came down to watch tv and blog a bit and what do I find crawling on me three times? Three different fleas! Bugs. I hate bugs. I live in the forest and am surrounded by bugs and they are invading my home and I will never sleep again. I have put dvantage on both my dogs, Doodle and Lucy, but I won't sleep because I'm itchy and scratchy and alone.

Dammit.

Fucking bugs.
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