--I've always heard that it's completely possible to hallucinate from exhaustion, but yesterday, it happened to me. My hand suddenly looked kind of like a baby squid, with the fingers as tentacles. I put myself to bed about two seconds after that, despite the fact that it was only 8:30, because it was profoundly disturbing.
--I made an informal New Year's resolution with myself to be comfortable in my own brain. People talk about being comfortable in their own skin, but I've always had a bit of a contentious relationship with my true self. I've decided that 32 is an OK time to just drop those feelings.
--I quite love our church. I can honestly say that it's the first time since college that I would feel disappointed if we didn't make it on a Sunday morning.
--Bob's Red Mill makes a variety of tasty gluten-free mixes for things like pancakes and cornbread, and I've found that flax seeds and a little water really do make a kick-ass substitute for eggs. I'm still on the elimination diet, and I'm not sure I'll be going off of it any time soon, especially since tomatoes are becoming a problem, it seems. Sigh.
--I think I spoke too soon about the roaches. Friends, it pains me to say it, but it looks as if they're still hanging around. I spotted one at 4:30 in the morning a few days ago. However, it was inside Silas' room this time (right above his doorknob, in fact), provoking revulsion and anger so deep that I nearly threw up even as I destroyed it with a wad of diaper wipes. The question now is whether I can actually expect a roach-free home, or whether I should make my peace with kicking it roach-lite. Calls have been made to the gentleman who sprayed toxic chemicals in the kitchen a few months ago (again-- sigh), and I'll update once I know more. I will say that if we need to treat the bedrooms, I'll be taking the kids to the in-laws' for a few days, and then doing a scrubdown before they sleep there again. There's something about neurotoxins that gives me pause.
--Lastly, I leave you with this:
It's kind of what my hand looked like.
5 comments:
First, love box-headed baby!
Second, roaches are horrible, persistent fiends. You probably will have to have the entire interior of the house sprayed at least once (probably a few times, as they've likely already laid eggs - and not just in the spots they seem to frequent) before you see the end of them.
Also, if your area is particularly prone to roaches, you might have to spray the outside perimeter of your home once a month or so. You can do this part yourself. Wal-Mart and Target both carry a spray that you dilute before using. Just dilute it half as much as the bottle says, and you're using the exact stuff exterminators use (so say our exterminator friends).
If all else fails, invite a family of quail to live in your back yard. Our wild ones pick off the roaches before they even get near our house. ;)
Ahh, you have my pity. I don't miss our roaches.
Squid!
Sigh. When you said they were gone, I just hoped for the best, but roaches are tough, and rarely do you see the end of them after just one visit from the exterminator. But stay strong!
We have centipedes, which are way less gross and supposedly eat the roach eggs. And they're definitely more shy than roaches. Yay centipedes!
I just had to delete my own comment for revealing Mr. Milkweed's name. Doh!
Anyway--
@#$&*#! I was SO hoping to avoid this.
I can't even tell you how difficult it was just to have them come in and spray the downstairs, since we had to completely pack up our kitchen. This time, we're just going to tell them to nuke the entire place, and I'm going to take Eva and Silas to Mr. Milkweed's parents' for a few days. Seriously-- I want all of it done, from the basement to the attic eaves. The funny thing is that the pest control people keep trying to talk us out of a quarterly service to make sure they stay gone, and the guy who exterminated last time was basically like "You've hardly got a problem at all!"
Here's the thing-- to me, one roach (which is never just one) is a HUGE problem. I've got a preschooler and a baby a couple of months away from crawling, for Pete's sake. NO ROACHES. And since we went the DIY route and it did absolutely nothing, it's time for a full-on blitzkrieg.
Still-- #$%&*!.
Hey just saw this! We had a pretty good exterminator when we lived out there. Had them come out every 6 months to spray and never saw any roaches after the first time they came. Don't remember their name right now, but let me know if you want it. My husband would probably remember.
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