Rant of the Week I grew up in Florida, where the roaches 3 inches long and fly. Creepy crawlies don't tend to freak me out. I must say I am still reeling from last Saturday night. It is one thing to have a tick jump on you when your camping. It is something else to find one in your home. But, it is on a whole other level to find a tick crawling around on you just as you are lying down to go to sleep.
Yes, I found a tick crawling on me in my own bed. And since I know two friends that have been treated for Lyme's disease in the last couple of years, I must say that just plain freaked me out. I couldn't go to sleep for a really long time and when I finally did drift off, I dreamed of ticks all night - YUCK!
I swear that I all I do clean this house. Laundry, dusting, dishes, sinks, I am cleaning and sanitizing every day. In fact, I had just changed the sheets that morning. But even if my cleaning isn't up to par, we pay the bug people to spray lots of toxic stuff around the house to keep all those critters outside.
So what is the moral of all this. I should just give up cleaning and enjoy the mess. The bugs are coming in whether I want them to or not. The only thing I really need to do is remember to put Frontline on the cats once a month (it had been 6 weeks - oops). It is really simple, if there are no ticks on the cats ,then there are no ticks in the house, and, hence, no ticks on me (or in my bed where both cats sleep all day).
Life in the Stroller Lane Things are good here. We have been trying to do a little spring cleaning in the yard (about 6 months late). You know the routine - trimming and mulching, aerating and seeding, weeding and de-thatching. It is the way most suburbanites spend their weekends. And at the end of all that sweat, is a yard that still looks half dead. Oh well, at least we try.
Scott is on a two-week travel tour. He is raking in the frequent flier miles with back to back trips to San Jose. Since most of the airlines are in bankruptcy, we enjoy the knowledge that all those miles to be worth absolutely nothing in the near future.
On the real estate front, the renters beat the buyers. So we are re-renting #1 to a family in a short-term lease. The plan is to rent to home one last time and then put it on the market to sell next spring. That is if there is still a mortgage industry left by then. Come to think of it, the airline business looks healthy compared to the mortgage market.
Sarah started taking a dance / tumbling class this week and starts swim lessons Saturday. I am putting the Mom Taxi sticker on the back of my car next week. I need a separate organizer just to keep track of Sarah's social calendar. We had to turn down a birthday party this weekend, because she was already double booked. Oh to be as popular as a three-year old. What fun.
Jaley is more fun every day. She, however, has no fear. I found her up on the counters yesterday. Luckily, she choose to dump out the salt shaker instead of exploring the land of knives and stoves. She pushed a chair over to the counter and hoisted herself up - all in the time it took me to go pee. I, guess, I need to do a new round of baby proofing. At this point, I can't put things any higher, because with her new access to the counters, she can reach higher than I can. So onto Plan B or C or X (I can't keep count).
That is life in the stroller lane. Lots of love.