I am battling tiny vermin, some imagined, some real. Last week, my elder child came home with a classroom lice notice. That took my already overactive laundry habit and tea-tree tincturing into the stratosphere. This week, my dog Edna started scratching, followed by the spotting of a dreaded black. So today my rare free 3 hours with no kids will be spent washing every friggin’ thing in sight, spraying the daylights out of my furry girl and procuring highly-toxic chems to rid us of fleas and their invincible offspring, pre-plague.
It’s my “me time.” Ahhhhh
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