Despite my intense frustrations, our house extermination has been
pushed back. When I learned that we will be living with the little buggers for
another few days, I wanted to cry. The bearer of bad news offered little
concern for our plight and simply told me to "try to ignore the fact that
you are living with bugs." Seriously? How am I supposed to just pretend
that everything is normal when I'm living out of giant zip lock bags, dealing
with painful bites and welts all the while knowing that the little critters are
waiting in line to chomp at the all-you-can-suck blood buffet.
Of course, the Prednisone isn't helping my mood. I find myself
snapping a lot more and demonstrating considerably less patience than my
norm. Yesterday I had to walk away from
my computer several times to stop myself from sending a snarky email. It's not
that I'm feeling confrontational. I just
think that my threshold for playing games is lower than usual.
The delay in extermination means that Robby is home another day
from school. (I can't send him to school
if we suspect that we are infested with bed bugs.) We also have been cautioned
against staying in a hotel to escape our infestation because we will only
spread the problem to other people. So, we're stuck in the house until our
exterminators get us back on schedule for baking the little buggers out of our
lives for good. In the meantime, I'm going
to take a deep breath, eat a cupcake and try to remember that soon this will
all be a memory.
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