I am, oh, so very tired. *yawn* On the night Mr. Skunk so thoughtfully left behind his lovely scent, I was on the Video Phone until 3 in the morning. My friend and I had a lot of catching up to do and keeping in touch is hard to do with 6 kids between the two of us and the rest of what goes on in our lives. She is going through a rough time and needed someone to lend an ear and listen to her pour her heart out. I am happy to say that I will be seeing her on Wednesday for the holiday, but know that we wont be able to escape for private girl talk.
Anyway, going to bed at 3 am and waking up as usual the next day left me dragging my feet. I find it impossible to fall asleep until I know Hubby is home safe and sound, which is usually by midnight. I wait around until he gets home, and we have a little bit of quality time together, talking about his day at work and my day with the girls, so I don't get to bed until 1:30 am.
Saturday, we needed to flea-bomb the house. The girls and I, the cats too, are being eaten alive by fleas that multiply faster than you can say, "oh my giddy aunt!" Hubby with his thick skin, doesn't seem to be bothered by the fleas, but I've had enough! So we bought 6 cans of Flea Fogger, set them up and went for a nice morning of yard sale-ing. You need to stay away for at least 4 hours to let the flea killing chemicals work and then air out the house for a bit. Now comes the fun part-- cleaning the house from top to bottom. Apparently they changed the ingredients from the last time we bombed the house (seems like we do it once a year) and we got headaches almost right after we went into the house. We kept the girls outside, playing. After opening all the windows, turning on all the fans and discarding the empty cans, we sat outside to wait, our heads pounding.
Finally it felt safe enough to enter the house again and I set about to clean all the rooms, change all the bedding, mop, wipe down surfaces, wash the windows, vacuum... Oh! And give the 2 indoor cats a flea bath! Not fun! I am amazed I managed to bathe 2 cats and avoid their razor sharp claws this time. The two wet cats are giving me a wide berth every time I come near and have only just started coming close to me again, provided I have cat food in my hands. I worked room by room, starting with the girls' rooms first and working my way to the living room, dining room and then the kitchen. By the time I was done, it was 10 at night and I still hadn't caught up on my sleep from the 3 am phone call. I was pooped! I should add that Hubby cleaned the sun room and the office and the kids helped, too. I tried to keep the help from the kids to a minimum because I didn't want them to get any residue from the chemicals on them and knowing kids, dirty hands end up on faces and in mouths. So I had Hubby keep the kids amused as much as possible so I could clean alone quicker than I can with 3 little helpers.
Sunday was more cleaning, what I didn't finish the day before-- washing the large mound of bedding and clothing, the towels from washing the cats and the kids. My dryer picks this weekend to act up and take f o r e v e r to dry a load of laundry. I can't find my clothes line so I am hanging all the sheets and blankets on the line we have set up in the basement. Not the same as hanging them outside, but it does the job.
Waking up this morning, knowing Hubby has to go in early today and work a 12 hour shift to cover for people on vacation this week, was absolutely difficult. I am so, so, so tired and I made the mistake of lying down on the couch this afternoon while the girls were watching a movie. Next thing I know, Oldest is waking me up telling me the movie is over and she's hungry. I drag myself to the kitchen to find 3 peaches butchered and left for dead on the counter! When I ask, Oldest points to Middle. Middle confesses she hacked them up with the knife trying to get the pit out but only succeeded in smushing the peaches all over the counter. A fourth peach had teeth marks all over but not a single bite was taken out of it. So much for peach cobbler for dinner. That'll teach me to fall asleep and let the girls roam free.
On the bright side, I am caught up on the laundry, the house is spotless (give it another day) and I plan to go to bed early tonight. But here's the kicker.. we still have fleas!! AGHHH! I think I shall take up a flea circus and tour the country.