Remember?

Remember the other day when I told you about the gardening I had done? Well that morning, my husband made a boo boo. The baby was sleeping in his crib. I was outside planting and having the most joyous fun of my life. He was working in the garage with the oldest by his side. I kept looking up as sweat was stinging my eyes and asking him if he had checked on the baby. He was irritated that I would suggest he wasn't (and he wasn't). He kept saying we could hear him if he woke up. HUH? He thought we could hear him outside if he woke up inside. Men. So probably after my tenth time asking if the baby was ok (really I could've come in to check on him or go get the monitor myself but I was kind of pushing him to take control there) he did a really smart thing (not). He simply opened the back door that leads to the garage and opens into the laundry room. In other words, he thought because he opened the door he could then more easily hear the baby inside? On the monitor from inside? Please everyone with me, roll your eyes. So I continued to say "You need to get the monitor you are letting flys in the house by leaving that door open." Oh he was so irritated with me. Couldn't I see he was busy?

He finally closed the door and went inside and got the monitor to bring outside. Hello? Thankyouverymuch. Needless to say that door was open to the outdoors for about ten minutes. Just long enough to let tons of flies in the house. I kept seeing them fleetingly in the house here and there since that time. I think at first I thought it was the same one or two; maybe I was too busy to notice.

If you know me, really know me, you then know how very much I hate flys. With a passion. They carry disease. They cause colds, they are filthy and they cause hand mouth foot as well. They are the most absolutely disgusting things alive. I cannot stand them. Cannot. If one is in the house, I usually get really irritated which is why I think I just wasn't focused on the fact that I've been seeing here and there this fly.

It wasn't until last night that I noticed, several flies on the ceiling in our living room. Imagine panic. Imagine anger pointed directly at my poor defenseless husband. He had no defense. He could say nothing. He knew it was on. I was livid. I did think it was very strange that these flies were hanging upside down on a ceiling. I can't say I've ever seen that before. Honestly, I thought maybe it was colder in the house than they liked and maybe their metabolism was slowing down? Sometimes I scare myself with the stuff I think of.

Well this morning, when we came downstairs, we were greeted with cat poop on the carpet and I could have killed that cat but of course, I refrained. And no, I have not yet taken her to the vet and I'm feeling guilty about that. I will soon. Friday is my first day with just me and the oldest for any length of time so maybe then....back to my story.....we were also greeted warmly with no less than 25 flies. Suddenly they had come out of hiding from wherever they were and showed their little buzzy butts all at one time. I went ballistic. Poor husband. Poor oldest. Poor littlest. Poor poor them. Poor flies. At this point, I have killed all but one or two and their time is coming fast. I can't seem to get them. I have been going around the downstairs with Clorox Anywhere stuff and papertowels and have gone through four magazines rolled up and two newspaper rolls. Livid does not do justice the feeling I had when I saw them all buzzing and hitting each other in the air.....disgusting.

D I S G U S T I N G.

I told my honey if he ever did anything that smart again, I'd be done. Done. Now watch, we will all get sick. Well, the littlest is already sick with a cold but the rest of us? We're done. Go ahead and start taking the Airborne if you ask me. And maybe we will. Damn those flies.

Ok. All done now. All better. Now back on the hunt. Two more left that I can see. If I see any more, there's something freaky going on around here. I imagine some little man coming in the house and letting loose a bucket of flies while we were away or sleeping. I know. I'm nuts.

Jenn