[The events of yesterday, after work]:
I am really looking forward to getting home and hanging out with my girls. Since it isn’t a bath night (I bathe them every other day), I am thinking some arts & crafts or play-doh are in order.
The girls run immediately next door when they get out of my car. No car is not in the driveway, so they know Bella is not home, but they can still get a treat off Nanny and give kisses to Tadone.
The drama starts when Nanny only has one mint. And Kate gets it. Flora is heartbroken, devastated even.
We soothe the pain with a gift of peanut butter crackers. Then, we head home to change Kate’s poopy diaper and have dinner.
Flora proceeds to eat all the peanut butter out of the crackers, throwing the orange crackers into the sink. I steam green beans and get out some leftovers for dinner. Flora decides on lentil soup, easy peasy dinner pie (that she had helped to make Monday), and green beans.
Kate does not want dinner. She doesn’t even want a cheese stick (what we call string cheese in my house), which is nearly unheard of. That must have been one filling mint she got from Nanny.
Flora has an interesting way of eating green beans. She splits them down the middle, takes out all the seeds, and eats everything separately. She always exclaims over the size of the beans. “Oh, that’s a big one!” “Oh, mommy, look at the bitty baby bean!”
As Flora is rhapsodizing over her green beans, Kate is deciding that she wants gum. I tell her she can’t have gum until she eats dinner. Kate informs me that she doesn’t want dinner. She then goes over to the B.S. drawer (every house has a least one) in the kitchen for the gum.
I remove all the gum, and put it out of her reach.
Kate melts down. And hits me.
Two-minute time out for Kate. In her room.
Flora tells me how happy she is I put Kate in their room. “I don’t want to hear any crying,” she says.
Two minutes up, I get a calmer Kate from her room. She has pooped again.
There is a knock on my door.
As our unexpected visitor is leaving, about 10 minutes later, she accidently shuts Flora’s pinky finger in the front door. Flora screams like she’s being attacked by a hive of yellow jackets. Our visitor is apologetic; Flora is apoplectic; Kate starts wailing in sympathy with her big sister.
At this point in the evening, no one has finished her dinner (myself included); Kate is on her second poopy diaper and has had a mint and a juice box; and now I am wondering if I am going to have to take Flora to the ER for an X-ray.
After 10 minutes of ice, Flora doesn’t want to bend her finger. After I mention the ER and call our pediatrician, she decides she can bend it just fine after all. “It still hurts,” she whimpers. “Does it hurt a little or a lot?” I ask gently holding the swollen digit. “A little,” she decides. “Can I have a band-aid?” She’s not bleeding, but whatever.
To add to the fun, my house (particularly my kitchen and my bathroom) have been overrun by fruit flies. They are freakin’ everywhere, and I do not know where they came from or how to get rid of them. I know my house will not pass a white glove inspection, but we’re not slovenly.
I have repeatedly wiped down floors and counters. All my food is in the refrigerator — even the garlic. I have banished the garbage cans to outside of the backdoor, which isn’t exactly convenient. I have sprayed with Lysol, and poured bleach down the drains. And still they swarm. They are making me insane. Not exaggerating.
Plus, they strike dread into Kate’s heart like nothing I could ever do or say.
No one gets to play with play-doh. No arts and crafts are done. After icing and bandaging Flora’s finger, and getting Kate to consume most of a banana, I spend the rest of the evening trying to kill the fruit flies in the kitchen. Kate poops one more time for good measure, right at bed time, and doesn’t want her sore bum touched. After bedtime, I fold some laundry, watch a Mad Men episode, put some clothes aside for our trip out of town this weekend.
I am exhausted at 9:30 p.m. Is it any wonder?
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What a maddening day!
We have the fruit fly insanity as well. Typically I’m not phased by bugs. Grow up on a farm, you live with bugs. But bugs are supposed to stay outside, farm or not.
I have tried a traps (ew). Airborne chemicals (ew). Keeping EVERYTHING in the fridge. I haven’t put the garbage can outside yet, but that is next. Honestly, I’m ready for a good hard frost, and when it hits I’m opening the windows. That’ll get the suckers. Good. RAWR!
Oh my gosh you don’t know how happy I am to hear it’s not just us! I am hoping that three days out of town (i.e. no food out, no water running — Dan says they are attracted to the water, too) and leaving the AC on (I know it’s waste) will wipe them out. Fingers crossed.
I mean, I am sorry you have the infestation, too. But now I feel better — like it’s not my fault they are congregating in my kitchen.
I haven’t tried any of this, but I remembered seeing this recent post about fruit flies that may help with one of the above issues
I am doing that tonight. If it works, I’m sharing it with everyone else reading!
Sweetie, you don’t drink ENOUGH.
Have I mentioned that you’re my FAVORITE cousin?
I hate days like that.
We’re having fruit fly issues too! If I let a banana get 5 minutes too ripe on the little hanger thingie? THEY’RE EVERYWHERE. Bugs this summer have been awful.