So the last few weeks have been a little heavy on the damnation, pestilence, and plagues around my house.
Suffice it to say, if the pregnant mouse didn't come inside to have her 7 little mouse babies (which were all exterminated mercilessly in a matter of hours, thank you very much...), January could have been just peachy. It was a harrowing 2 days of mouse busting but it left a bit of a bitter taste in my mouth. Not to mention I am a little chicken to sip my evening tea with a book in the basement JUST IN CASE.
February-you with your fire and horrible smoke in my kitchen resulting in multiple washings and scrubbing down every surface with vinegar, odor be gone, candles and such-I am surrendering to the knowledge that my family is bound to smell like a truck stop on I-80. If the powers that be think I have taken up smoking based on my febreezed overcoat so be it. This girl is tired and ready to be released from her calling anyways. (three years, three days, not that I am counting.) If the nine year old is teased about smelling like cigarettes, what can I do-but have them close their eyes while I spray them with lysol and send them out the door. What can I do?
well, thank you senior internet, I can order some super toxic material heavy on the chlorine dioxide guaranteed to kill all organic life for 24 hours (I almost went with the stuff backed by the coroners of America) in the hopes of regaining my house smell-not the cheap hotel smell-so that I can hopefully enjoy what is usually a sweet time of year for me.
We will take up residence at Grandma's and Grandpa's for the weekend with renewed hope of bringing the universe and my life back into focus and balance.
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