For a few months now we've had a type of infestation in our house. The stuff is everywhere. Everytime I tried to kill it, some more will appear and keeps growing everyday. My attempts to get rid of it are useless; something always happens to keep me from doing this dreadful task. Kids will throw up and beds have to be stripped down; the toilet will flood, and I have to use every towel in the house to dry the floor. It's just a big, cahotic mess.
I don't know exactly how this "plague" spreads so fast. I mean, come on, I'm a mother; I need to care for the kids, cook, clean, help them with homework, grocery shop, the list goes on and on... I don't have time for this!
But yesterday I put my foot down. I said to myself, "that's it. I will do whatever it takes to get rid of this stuff. "
I told my husband (in the nicest way I could) that he had to watch the kids. And fix dinner too, while he's at it. I was on a mission, and I meant business.
After months and months of battling with this, here I am happy to report that my kid's closets smell nice and their clothes are fresh and clean. There is not one sock on the floor or behind the washer and dryer (believe me, I checked); The laundry hampers are completely empty; my bath robe is soft and comfy and smells like Spring.
Yup, you guessed it. I finished the laundry.
I will now sit down in this state of bliss and enjoy the sweet taste of victory. I did it. I really did it!
And I have a whole hour to enjoy this feeling. A whole hour until the family gets home and starts to infestate the place again; can you believe it?