Today marks the 4th week mark and I think we are done with these wretched bugs. We have all been clean for awhile now, but are still checking each other like wild monkeys every day. (I think we will be for the next year until I relax!) I am still acting as if every household member is still infected, and I'm sure 90% of my behavior & extreme measures have been unnessary, but, who cares at this point, I've done what I've needed to do to survive!
I wanted to share a few things I've learned, because now my mission in life is to help everyone I know prevent this or deal with it when it hits. (And I pray for everyone on the planet that it is prevention, and nothing else.)
Lice 101: according to Emily.
What you are looking for
Itching of the scalp may or may not accure. In Daisy's case, it did, which prompted me to check her hair. At first, I didn't know what I was looking for, so I checked on line and even made 2 visits to the pharmacys here in town to ask questions. What I found were tiny, clear, irradesent balls stuck to her hair about an inch from her scalp. These are the eggs that HAVE TO BE REMOVED from the hair. They have about a week life span until they hatch. When these were found, I pulled the entire strand of hair out, instead of combing it out ( I didn't want to risk losing the egg back in the hair, so I felt better removing it completely)
When bugs are found
First, pray. I mean pray like you have never prayed before. Seeing them for the first time is frightening. They vary in size too. The smaller ones are newly hatched, where the larger ones have been in longer feeding off the scalp. The first time I saw the bugs, they were very small. I was able to part the hair, place a piece of scotch tape on the scalp and pull it off with the bug attatched to the piece of tape. For the fast moving suckers, pray even more and keep reading.
Treatments
I'm not judging anyone's prefrence to go chemical or natural when it comes to killing these little guys. I did both, several times, both ways. The first 2 treatments everyone recieved were chemical based. The Walmart brand of shampoo was used. It did kill the bugs! It remained on the scalp for 10 minutes. ( we saw them wash out and land on the bottom of the tub, a horrible image still lodged in my brain)The 3rd treatment was natural based that included shampoo that remained on the head for 4 hours. It included a daily prevention spray as well. We also made 4 batches of homemade shampoo that consists of: 1/3 cup vinigar, 1/3 cup coconut conditioner, 2 teaspoons of tree tea oil & 1/4 cup Dawn liquid dish soap. This could be left on overnight with a shower cap, but we've just used it as normal shampoo and rinsed out after a few minutes- I'm not sure how long is sufficiant.
On the natural side, I also purchased a Robi comb(From Fred Meyer for $ 24.99)It detects & instantly kills any living bugs. It is a battery opperated comb that can be reused over and over. I loved this little guy. Although the buzzing sound was super hard on my sensitive ears, it zapped the bugs and they came off on the comb so I could brush them off and resume combing. (For huge bugs, it killed them, but were not stuck to the comb, they were too big to stick in the teeth of the comb)I thought it was worth the money!
Prevention
Just when you thought you were cured, the fun really begins. Combing for hours and days and weeks searching for more eggs. The awful part is the shampoo kills the living bugs, but does nothing for the eggs! Those have to be manually removed within 7 days or those ugly things hatch and the awfulness starts ALL OVER AGAIN! There are things that help remove them- like dawn dish soap because it breaks down the stickyness and can be combed out easier, but nothing kills the eggs. That's why you have to keep checking the hair for at least a week or two, just to make sure nothing has hatched. Tips for small kids: tape pictures to the shower walls so they have something to look at. Get comfortable- we had a stool they sat on in the tub while we picked the eggs out. Put a lamp near the head for good lightening or go outside. The eggs can be hard to see, but when the light hits them just right, they have a shine to them. The nit combs work great or any small toothed comb should be fine.
Cleaning
I went crazy when this hit. I washed and dryed 110 loads in 3 weeks- most of it done within the first 2. I washed almost every single thing in my entire house. If it could go in the washer- it went. EVERYTHING. Even things that i knew in my mind could not be contaminated- was washed. I even washed the hangers & clothing rods clothes had been on. I washed walls, I sprayed harsh chemicals, I sprayed natural things. I dilluted tea tree oil and sprayed in on hair, pillows, car seats, stuffed animals- you name it. I used hundreds of Lysol wipes and disenfecant spray- just to make me feel better. I froze things, I put things in bags for weeks, I threw things away, I bought new pillows, shampooed carpets, couches and cars. I vacummed EVERYTHING. And then I did it about a 100 more times- litterally!I figured I could never be too clean. After weeks of washing, I started doing several loads on high heat in the dryer. 30 minutes in the dryer will kill them, so instead of washing the same sheets for 3 weeks in a row, I started drying them every other day to reduce half of my work load. That helped. Every single day sheets, blankets, pillow cases, stuffed animals- pj's- were washed or dryed. Things were used 1 time and then thrown in the wash. All combs, hairclips & shower caps were washed every single time. There was no sharing of any kind around here- of just about anything for a few weeks!
Even now being symptom free- We still wear shower caps at home, change our clothes if we go out and the shower cap was removed, put all coats & clothes in the dryer if they were worn for a hour or less. All school stuff is dryed or sprayed and clothes are changed right away & hands are washed.
Things to know
*Lice actually like clean hair! So don't wash it everyday. Use hairspary or other products to cause build up so they have a hard time moving around.
*Lice suck blood from your scalp and can only survive a day or 2 off of your scalp. After that, they dehydrate and die.
*Lice do not jump or fly. They move quickly through the hair and are passed mostly through head-to-head contact. (or through things touching the head like:hats or combs.) But, because they can survive off the head for 24-48 hours- they can be on carseats, stuffed animals, bedding, clothes, carpet or furniture.
*Vacuum A TON.
*Your head may or may not itch, so check all family members regular- just to make sure.
*Keep your child home from school, church,play groups etc... until they are nit free. And after that, have the school nurse check them too. And then keep checking at home for weeks.
*Be respectful and contact those you have been in close contact with. They are the worst phone calls to make, and you will freak a lot of people out- but they have the right to know so they can prevent it as much as possible.
*For the OCD type, there is a grieving cycle, I think it's natural. Work through all the phases and accept any feelings, urges or temptations that come. My handwashing was out of control. I was washing AT LEAST 100 times a day. I'm not joking. Often several times in the same minute depending on what I was touching/cleaning. My hands cracked, peeled and dryed out and I didn't even care. I went through bottles of soap, hand sanitizer and bars too.
* This may cost a lot. We spent well over $ 100.00. Just be prepared.
*Invest in shower caps. I bought my 8 packs at the dollar store (Dollar tree) They even have fun colors to choose from- the highlight of our days! I washed them several times and then hung to dry. Eventually they will tear or the elastic will stretch out- so just buy another pack or 4! i also covered my head with a pillowcase because the showercaps didn't cover my entire head with so much hair.
* After washing everything- just drying items for 30 min. may be sufficant. You can also freeze items)
*Consider cutting your hair to make the egg removal easier & faster. I cut 5 to 6 inches off mine, (and it still took/takes over a hour to go through my hair) 3 off Daisy and gave the boys cuts too- even though they were good.
*Use whatever form of therapy you need too to get through it. I choose to vent to my Mom, G-ma, close friends, write and eat a lot.
*Let it be as big as it is. To some, this won't be so bad. To other's- it will be the Mount Everest in your life. Just accept it, do what you can and hold on. I had so many panic attacks I can't even count. I couldn't sleep. I broke down in the bathroom and driving in the car. Sometimes I could talk about it and other times I was so mortified I couldn't go anywhere or look at anyone. Not even the Office helped very much.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Happy Halloween!
The kids had a blast last night Trick or Treating. Our favorite part was watching Willow say: "Trick or treat" and then "thank you" in her cute little squeeky voice! Oh, it just about turned your heart to mush! Even all the people behind the door were saying how adorable she was. It was pretty cute.
Tristin was a : Pokemon trainer. I made his shirt, he painted his hat, he turned golf balls into Pokemon balls and velcro-ed them to his belt and he carried his Pokemon bag.
Daisy and Grace were both black cats. I picked up the costumes (mask, tail and bow) last year for Super cheap, .50 each I think.I wanted Grace to be a unicorn, but she didn't want too. I picked the adorable costume up at a yard sale for .25!
Willow was a hot pink dragon. I picked hers up at a yard sale for $ 1.00. The best part was the little tail that wiggled back and forth as she walked. Priceless.
We went and visited G-ma & G-Pa when we were done and then came home to gets the kids to bed. It was a chilly night, but they had a great time. Trav and I think it's one of the best night's of being parents. We love the candy even more than they do! We lay in bed and watch the Office while eating or kids Halloween candy! Pure Heaven.
Daisy wins a coloring contest at Albertson's...
Little Miss Daisy is quite the artist. She loves to draw, color, make up stories and be creative. The girl's entered their Halloween pictures in the Coloring contest at Albertson's, and Daisy won for her age bracket! I'm so proud of her. She was so embaressed when we went to pick up her $10.00 gift card, and Mark announced her winning over the intercome! She picked out a stuffed polar bear.
Tristin earns the gator Award!
Tristin won the Gator Award last week at school , and tomorrow we get to go and have lunch with him. I am proud that he is working hard, being a great student and loves to read. He makes me so happy to be a Momma!
Trav's 34th birthday...
Good grief, when did we get so old? Trav just turned 34 on the 29th! We went out to Olive Garden for dinner while G-ma & G-pa watched the kids for a hour and 1/2 for us. That's what Trav wanted more than anything, so I saved my pennies and had a $4.00 off coupon I was excited to use. If you know me, you know the only thing I order from there is their Chicken alfredo pizza which is to die for (but did you know they stopped serving it with the alfredo sauce? you can still ask for it though!) The past few b-day parties that have been celebrated there, i was sad to see my pizza under cooked. I'm not one to make a scene about anything, so the first pizza i ate, but was sadly disappointed in the doughyness. the second party I went to- I ordered it again, and AGAIN it was under cooked- but this time I asked them to bake it just a minute or two longer.
So when Trav & I were waiting to order, I debated if I should say anything or not. When our waiter came, I told him about my love for the pizza, but how it had been under cooked in the past and could they cook it just a tad bit longer- not burnt, but just a little bit more? Long story short, the pizza came out with black crust. Our waiter was mortified. I gave it a taste, after removing the crust and it was good enough to eat. It was slightly not ok on the bottom, but I could still eat it and I was fine with it. He kept coming back to the table and shaking his head saying it just wasn't right. Even the manager came out and looked at it. Seriously, I wasn't making a deal about it at all and they kept coming over to us and talking about it. I tried to reassure them I was fine, but I guess it was too much for them and they subtracted it from our bill! It was pretty sweet of them. I was just excited for the cheap dinner!
Happy Birthday sweet man.
Trunk Or Treat...
Friday night was or ward's trunk Or treat. The kids had a great time collecting candy- it got them ready for last night's outing!
32 Shower Caps...
Let's just say we've gone through a lot of shower caps the past 3 1/2 weeks. Every second we are home, we have them on, even Willow had to join in the fun the other day and put one on. These things are pretty sexy, let me tell you- but I'm parinoid, so for the next 1o years I'm forcing my kids to wear them! P.S. Don't even ask what we were doing in these pictures!!
***The hello Kitty cards here you see Grace playing with were actually mine when I was her age- a good 26 years old. My G-ma held onto them for me until I was old enough to take care of them, it's just kinf of cool to see my girls playing with something I used to love so much
Randomness...
the girls had a birthday party for their stuffed animals awhile back. they made decorations, wrapped goofy presents and made treats for the party. they were pretty thrilled with themselves!
The girls were playing in the leaves the other day and looked pretty cute!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Facing our fears...
***For those of you tired of my posts lately, just move on... This is the only place I have to vent- and it's become my journal & family record- so just know, this is 100% for me and my sanity. Writing is therapy for my crazy soul. If you are looking to be entertained, you have come to the wrong place my friends- this is just my rambling so I can clear my mind and try to sleep a little at night. ***
I was watching Anderson Cooper today, which I love, and it was all about facing your fears. I was glued and hooked within seconds as the show started because, right now in this very moment- I am living one of my biggest fears. The Dr on the show talked about surrendering, and my heart stopped and the tears began to fall. I listened as Anderson talked about in his moments of fear- he pictures the scene from Dances with Wolves, where Kevin Costner is riding his horse with his arms spread and his head back- completely letting go, or surrendering. I stopped, because there was my answer.
For 3 weeks now I've been begging God to reveal the lesson in all of this madness. So many times I cried out, "Just hurry up and show me what I'm supposed to learn so I can learn it and move on to the next trial." But nothing was coming. No answer. No lighting bolt, nothing.
Last night as I sat for a hour & 1/2 while eggs were being removed from my head- I told Trav- "I'm just waiting... I don't know what the lesson is, but I wish this would end... I listed about 20 things I thought the Lord was trying to teach me or could be factors, and I'm sure they are all apart of it as well- but my answer came as I heard the words today- just surrender to your fears.
The truth is, it isn't about the lice anymore- it's about everything else. It's about my mind, my obsessions, my addictions, my compulsive behavior, my wild thoughts that prohibit me from so much and my insane rituals that I cannot rid myself from. I have worked so hard in therapy over the years to overcome and get a handle on some of it, but the past 3 weeks I have been so out of control I have felt defeated, weak and so small.
I know I am crazy. I have been running from me my entire life. I have hated me for so many years and the time I have wasted cleaning, and sanitizing- thinking it would make me feel better. It hasn't. Everything is contaminated and I know it, That's why I have feared it- because it is everywhere and I can't clean it all well enough so I can rest and feel at peace. I've had a cleaning/germ fetish for years. That's what I do. I clean. I make the germs go away. But periods in my life have been really difficult.
For a long time I couldn't have anyone in my home. I couldn't handle the germs they would bring into my house and if they did, I had to wash and sanitize everything after. I ironed my dish towels for years because the wrinkles drove me crazy. I couldn't look at the mismatched silverware in my drawer,so I got rid of it until we didn't have enough utensils to eat off of. I haven't been able to sit on the fabric pewes at church for years because of the bugs I knew were crawling on them transfered from everyone's clothing- I always changed my clothes after church so the germs wouldn't cling to the surfaces in my home and contaminate everything there. The sacrament trays have always been an issue, shaking hands, holding the dirty hymn books, touching doors and handles. The grocery store has always been a awful place too. The people stalking the shelves with dirty hands touching all the boxes and cans of food, putting the stuff into dirty carts, then putting them onto filthy conveyor belts to then be handled by dirty hands from the cashier who's been handling money all day. It's taken all my will power someday's not to wipe down every purchased item from the store. Grace knows to just wash her change if she's going to play with it- "Don't worry Mom, I washed the money with soap."she says all the time.
It's everything. I hate airports and the putting my luggage on the belts. I hate knowing all the germs from people's suitcases are now touching mine, So i have to clean them every time. I don't want to travel because I know I will catch a diease or bring back some horrible germ I won't be able to get rid of. Trav has gone to movie theaters alone for years because I can't sit in the seats. They are filthy and I am convinced that every germ soaked into the fabric will attack me and I will be surrounded by bugs. I can't share water bottles either, or eat off of other peoples' forks. I hate keys and cell phones, checking out books from the library knowing so many people touched those pages before me. I hate computer keyboards, steering wheels & refrigerator handles. I wash Trav's gym bag and wipe down everything in it because I know those places are not clean. I hate public restrooms, I can't handle Chuck E Cheese or Pojo's, I want to vomit when we go to pot lucks because I don't know if those people washed their hands before preparing the food. I wear clothes once and make the kids change when they come home from school, so I can put them in the laundry. There is soap everywhere and hand sanitizer on the wall in my home, in the diaper bag, van and on my key chain. I take Lysol wipes to hotels and clean everything there- bathrooms, remotes, toilets. I bring my own pillows and it's the only time I keep my shoes on. I am horrified of them and hate it when we travel. When I have my babies in the hospital- I wipe everything down too. Hand rails, push buttons, toilets and chairs- it is all too much I can hardly stand it. For a long time I couldn't go anywhere, and then when all I was doing was cleaning for 8 hours a day- I had to get out of my house before I went insain there too. I have rarely felt at peace because my mind has not allowed me to calm down. I have been trying to fight a thousand unseen germs around me and then move onto a thousand more irrational thoughts in my mind.
What has become so unreal for me is that right now is... I can see these bugs. These ones are real. These ones have been crawling in my hair and drinking blood from my head and then laying eggs and I have not been ok. I have done 4 treatments on myself, worn a shower cap non stop (except for the unfortunate moments I have had to be around people), then covered my head with a pillowcase and then wrapped that in a shirt tied closed at the bottom. I have felt so dirty. So revolting and so humilatied I can hardly breathe.
I just broke down today and sobbed in the bathroom. I couldn't hold it in and so I just sat with the uncomfortable. I cried until there was nothing left and told God- I surrender. I can no longer control this. 106 loads has not made it go away. All the empty bottles has not made it stop and I give it to you. I just give it all to you."
I have worked so hard at controlling the only thing possible- my home.And it's been under attack and I haven't been able to save it. I haven't been able to clean it enough or well enough. It's become personal because I was so good at it before, but I can't seem to do enough, which in my mind says: I am not good enough. I have lost all control and my world has been in a state of panic, everything touched has had to be cleaned over and over and over. The paint is coming off the walls in places because I keep scrubbing. I can't do it and I am so angry. I am so mad that the only thing I had to control is not mine right now. Everything feels dirty- but I know it's the cleanest it's been in awhile. I want to throw everything away because I don't know where the bugs have been.
Who is going to want to be around me? Or come into my home? Or come to the girl's birthday parties? Or borrow anything of mine anymore? I wouldn't. I can hardly stand to be in this body right now and I feel so crazy I'm going to explode. It just won't stop. My mind just won't stop racing. I can't seem to catch my breath at moments and I just want to drop myself off somewhere and drive away. I cannot stand me, and I'm just so tired.
Today was about facing one of my greatest fears- realizing I am living it and surviving it. It has become so much bigger in my mind because it has tapped into every unhealthy behavior I have tried to stop, every tendancy, every urge I have had to push away, every ritual I have despised and everything I have been trying to kill for years. It has brought to the surface so much that I have tried to hide from my children, husband, family and friends. I've tried to act normal when I have been screaming at the top of my lungs and for some reason it just lingers. I don't ask for this. I don't want this part of my life. I know why my G-pa vacuumed so many times a day. I hate the footprints in the carpet too. I hate things out of place, I hate feeling crazy when the toys are out and the cans of food are not stacked straight with labels facing out.
I just want to feel peace... I hate surrendering, but I will...
I was watching Anderson Cooper today, which I love, and it was all about facing your fears. I was glued and hooked within seconds as the show started because, right now in this very moment- I am living one of my biggest fears. The Dr on the show talked about surrendering, and my heart stopped and the tears began to fall. I listened as Anderson talked about in his moments of fear- he pictures the scene from Dances with Wolves, where Kevin Costner is riding his horse with his arms spread and his head back- completely letting go, or surrendering. I stopped, because there was my answer.
For 3 weeks now I've been begging God to reveal the lesson in all of this madness. So many times I cried out, "Just hurry up and show me what I'm supposed to learn so I can learn it and move on to the next trial." But nothing was coming. No answer. No lighting bolt, nothing.
Last night as I sat for a hour & 1/2 while eggs were being removed from my head- I told Trav- "I'm just waiting... I don't know what the lesson is, but I wish this would end... I listed about 20 things I thought the Lord was trying to teach me or could be factors, and I'm sure they are all apart of it as well- but my answer came as I heard the words today- just surrender to your fears.
The truth is, it isn't about the lice anymore- it's about everything else. It's about my mind, my obsessions, my addictions, my compulsive behavior, my wild thoughts that prohibit me from so much and my insane rituals that I cannot rid myself from. I have worked so hard in therapy over the years to overcome and get a handle on some of it, but the past 3 weeks I have been so out of control I have felt defeated, weak and so small.
I know I am crazy. I have been running from me my entire life. I have hated me for so many years and the time I have wasted cleaning, and sanitizing- thinking it would make me feel better. It hasn't. Everything is contaminated and I know it, That's why I have feared it- because it is everywhere and I can't clean it all well enough so I can rest and feel at peace. I've had a cleaning/germ fetish for years. That's what I do. I clean. I make the germs go away. But periods in my life have been really difficult.
For a long time I couldn't have anyone in my home. I couldn't handle the germs they would bring into my house and if they did, I had to wash and sanitize everything after. I ironed my dish towels for years because the wrinkles drove me crazy. I couldn't look at the mismatched silverware in my drawer,so I got rid of it until we didn't have enough utensils to eat off of. I haven't been able to sit on the fabric pewes at church for years because of the bugs I knew were crawling on them transfered from everyone's clothing- I always changed my clothes after church so the germs wouldn't cling to the surfaces in my home and contaminate everything there. The sacrament trays have always been an issue, shaking hands, holding the dirty hymn books, touching doors and handles. The grocery store has always been a awful place too. The people stalking the shelves with dirty hands touching all the boxes and cans of food, putting the stuff into dirty carts, then putting them onto filthy conveyor belts to then be handled by dirty hands from the cashier who's been handling money all day. It's taken all my will power someday's not to wipe down every purchased item from the store. Grace knows to just wash her change if she's going to play with it- "Don't worry Mom, I washed the money with soap."she says all the time.
It's everything. I hate airports and the putting my luggage on the belts. I hate knowing all the germs from people's suitcases are now touching mine, So i have to clean them every time. I don't want to travel because I know I will catch a diease or bring back some horrible germ I won't be able to get rid of. Trav has gone to movie theaters alone for years because I can't sit in the seats. They are filthy and I am convinced that every germ soaked into the fabric will attack me and I will be surrounded by bugs. I can't share water bottles either, or eat off of other peoples' forks. I hate keys and cell phones, checking out books from the library knowing so many people touched those pages before me. I hate computer keyboards, steering wheels & refrigerator handles. I wash Trav's gym bag and wipe down everything in it because I know those places are not clean. I hate public restrooms, I can't handle Chuck E Cheese or Pojo's, I want to vomit when we go to pot lucks because I don't know if those people washed their hands before preparing the food. I wear clothes once and make the kids change when they come home from school, so I can put them in the laundry. There is soap everywhere and hand sanitizer on the wall in my home, in the diaper bag, van and on my key chain. I take Lysol wipes to hotels and clean everything there- bathrooms, remotes, toilets. I bring my own pillows and it's the only time I keep my shoes on. I am horrified of them and hate it when we travel. When I have my babies in the hospital- I wipe everything down too. Hand rails, push buttons, toilets and chairs- it is all too much I can hardly stand it. For a long time I couldn't go anywhere, and then when all I was doing was cleaning for 8 hours a day- I had to get out of my house before I went insain there too. I have rarely felt at peace because my mind has not allowed me to calm down. I have been trying to fight a thousand unseen germs around me and then move onto a thousand more irrational thoughts in my mind.
What has become so unreal for me is that right now is... I can see these bugs. These ones are real. These ones have been crawling in my hair and drinking blood from my head and then laying eggs and I have not been ok. I have done 4 treatments on myself, worn a shower cap non stop (except for the unfortunate moments I have had to be around people), then covered my head with a pillowcase and then wrapped that in a shirt tied closed at the bottom. I have felt so dirty. So revolting and so humilatied I can hardly breathe.
I just broke down today and sobbed in the bathroom. I couldn't hold it in and so I just sat with the uncomfortable. I cried until there was nothing left and told God- I surrender. I can no longer control this. 106 loads has not made it go away. All the empty bottles has not made it stop and I give it to you. I just give it all to you."
I have worked so hard at controlling the only thing possible- my home.And it's been under attack and I haven't been able to save it. I haven't been able to clean it enough or well enough. It's become personal because I was so good at it before, but I can't seem to do enough, which in my mind says: I am not good enough. I have lost all control and my world has been in a state of panic, everything touched has had to be cleaned over and over and over. The paint is coming off the walls in places because I keep scrubbing. I can't do it and I am so angry. I am so mad that the only thing I had to control is not mine right now. Everything feels dirty- but I know it's the cleanest it's been in awhile. I want to throw everything away because I don't know where the bugs have been.
Who is going to want to be around me? Or come into my home? Or come to the girl's birthday parties? Or borrow anything of mine anymore? I wouldn't. I can hardly stand to be in this body right now and I feel so crazy I'm going to explode. It just won't stop. My mind just won't stop racing. I can't seem to catch my breath at moments and I just want to drop myself off somewhere and drive away. I cannot stand me, and I'm just so tired.
Today was about facing one of my greatest fears- realizing I am living it and surviving it. It has become so much bigger in my mind because it has tapped into every unhealthy behavior I have tried to stop, every tendancy, every urge I have had to push away, every ritual I have despised and everything I have been trying to kill for years. It has brought to the surface so much that I have tried to hide from my children, husband, family and friends. I've tried to act normal when I have been screaming at the top of my lungs and for some reason it just lingers. I don't ask for this. I don't want this part of my life. I know why my G-pa vacuumed so many times a day. I hate the footprints in the carpet too. I hate things out of place, I hate feeling crazy when the toys are out and the cans of food are not stacked straight with labels facing out.
I just want to feel peace... I hate surrendering, but I will...
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