Oh me, oh my, these F’in FLIES!

Let me start off by saying, I HATE flies.  I think they are dirty, pukey, poopy nasty creatures and they should only live in landfills or on dog crap.  Well, we have new roommates.  We have to be well over 200 now, in all stages of the fly-making process.  Yes, I know.  It’s absolutely disgusting.  It’s so frustrating because the house is not dirty.  I mean, it has clutter, but, we empty the trashes, clean out and wash the sink/dishes every night, scrub the grout…I mean, I’m not a neat freak, but it isn’t dirty in here.  they have to feed on something??!  What they heck, man?   I can’t figure out where they are coming from.   The only possibly place there could possibly be “organic, decaying matter” is in the trash, in the laundry room, but we disinfected the trash cans the day we found maggots strewn all over the kitchen floor.  OMG, someone has to know something out there.  I know my hitting accuracy has dramatically improved over the last week, but I need some help!  Any pointers?  I’ve washed rugs in hot, mopped/swept/vacuumed, disinfected, and the flies are still around.

In case you ever wondered about the life cycle of a house fly, or if you want to be disgusted further (and never want to visit our, apparently, “Filthy” house)…keep reading.

Life Cycle of the House Fly

 

Scientific Name: Musca domestica Linnaeus

The house fly belongs to a group of flies known as filth flies, named for their habit of laying their eggs in moist, decaying organic matter – particularly manure and garbage. Each female lays batches of 100-150 eggs over a 3-4 day period. If temperatures are high, eggs may hatch within 7.5 hours, otherwise it may take 1-2 days for them to hatch. The eggs hatch into maggots and feed on the organic material in which they find themselves. The larvae go through three moults before they stop feeding and burrow for protection in dry surrounding areas, where they pupate.

Adults mate within one or two days following emergence from their pupal cases. The entire life cycle can be completed in as little as a week, though more commonly the life cycle takes up to three weeks for completion.

During the warmer months the life span of the house fly is 2 1/2 weeks but during the cooler months they overwinter in protected locations in the larval or pupal stage.

Clemson University – USDA Cooperative Extension Slide Series. Image 1435183, www.insectimages.org.

What a crazy week!!

So this week has been crazy.  I was really irritated with a bunch of stuff around the house last Wednesday.  It was supposed to be a nice, productive fun day that would result in a great naptime all around.  First, I was going to get a little exercise, then head to Target for a car seat and baby wipes (on sale!) and then to Costco for milk and eggs; just in time for a snack, then a nap!  It was just a terrible, no good, very bad day.  So, I wake up in the morning, it was chilly outside, so I got a wild hair up my butt to feed the boys, get them ready and head out for a morning stroll.  I figured I’d be inspired by Erin, and try to lose a few pounds for her 30th b-day.   Ok, it was just another reason to get my fat-ass off the couch…so, I did.  We were all ready, utnil I went out to get the $300.00 double jogging stroller (no, I wasn’t going jogging), when I found some black widow webs on it.  So, I wiped them off and smashed every possible pocket to try to kill what would be an invisible black widow on my black stroller.  I loaded the babies, adjusted the straps for 2, diapers for the road, bottles just-in-case, water for myself, my cell phone/ipod, blankies for both babies and some snacks in case the kids went into starvation mode, an emergency pacifier and we were off.  Just about 100 yards down the street, the tires go flat.  Yay.  So, I break out the little hand pump and start pumping away for about 10 min.  I screw all the little caps on, get the babies re-settled and get back on the road.  Until 50 yards down the road, the tires are too flat to push the stroller.  I gave up and went home. 

Then I thought, “Self, you should really do something productive today, since there’s still some motivation left in you.”  So, I packed up the diaper bag, gave Carter a bottle, Zack a snack, grabbed a bowl of cereal and went out the door.  Just to find that Tyler had the Carseat in his car and I couldn’t go anywhere.  So, back inside we went.  My motivation was gone and by then it was “past the point of no return” to go out with Carter.  He was done.  So, of course, being the loving, frustrated wife I am, I let Tyler know about the spider webs he didn’t get rid of and the carseat he had, that I needed.  When he got home, I gave him Carter and laid down to get a 2 hour nights sleep before work.  I woke up when he was gone at ostco (He had the carseat!), got ready for work and left.  I got to the drive-thru, just to realize my wallet was in the diaper bag–at Costco!  GRRRR!!    So now I was tired, fat, unproductive, dirty, frustrated and HUNGRY.  If that’s not a bad combination, I don’t know what is.  My poor husband.

LoL.

My poor husband is right.  So, I decided I missed him Thurs AM when I finally laid down to take my 30 min break at 5:41.  He answered, I talked, no reply, I called back.  What was his answer?  “I just got in a bad car accident, I’m ok, I’ll call you back.”  WHAT!!?  Seriously, are you kidding me?  I can’t ask any questions, I can’t call back, and c’mon wives?  Nurses?  Anybody?  Are you really going to take a man’s “I’m ok.” for truth?  Or is it just me?  So, I get online, look at www.sigalert.com and what does it say?  5:41- CHP notified, 5:42 – Vehicle facing wrong way (alright peeps, I’m out!), 5:43 – ambulance responding (alright hubby, if you’re ok, it better not be your fault, because you might not stay ok after your wife gets your hands on you, or if it is, you better hope nobody is hurt because your insurance SUCKS!).  So, I call my sup, leave work and I’m on a mission to find him.  No signs of him on the fwy, but I find him on the next offramp, still alive.  Now that’s a worse day than the day before, but I’m sure it could have been worse.  Long story, short: My husband decided to play bumper cars on the fwy on his way to work to get out of work for the day.  J/k.  From what it sounds like, He was a little distracted, prob hit the brand new car on his left, then overcorrected and got the car on his right.  RIght on, honey.  You better put some fertilizer on that money tree in our backyard!!   Love ya.  I’m glad you’re ok and that the boys weren’t in the car and I didn’t get a ticket going to find you; “after all officer, I wasn’t speeding or talking on my cell phone! “

THurs night I went back to work, but got to come home 8 hrs early, Fri morning Regan started having Contractions, Friday evening Miss lil’ Hannah Gossage made her grand appearance!  (Congratulations, I’m an auntie again!!), Friday night Tyler’s mom and Bro came out for our beach day Saturday (Pics to come), Sunday we were recovering, and Tyler went to a bachelor party (yay.  No strip club–he was allowed to come home!)– I went to my parents for dinner and a walk, Monday was our (Kimberly, Davis, Drew, Me, Zack and Carter) first time at Bouncing Baby story time at the Biane library, good times, and Tuesday, well, I showed up at work apparently when I’m on VACATION.  Ha.  Vacation?  Like go somewhere for fun?  Ha!  For now it just means I’m not working and all my vacation time will be gone.  I better be productive!  Play dates, anyone?  Carpet  cleaning?  eck.  Time with my babies–it’s priceless.

First Annual Beach Bash

Here are some pics.  The day was great!  Chilly in the morning, then warm, then chilly again for the Bonfire.  Lots of people bailed on me last minute, but hopefully next year we’ll have a bigger group.  There were about 25 people there!  Some earlier, some later! 

So tired, a little frustrated…

Well, this was my long weekend to work.  I work every other weekend, 3 12-hr shifts in a row, sometimes a 16 on the first night.  I don’t do it to bring myself closer to insanity or exhaustion, since I am there most of the time anyway.  I do it because I’m able to sleep a good chunk of time when Tyler is home on the weekends.  As a result, I don’t have to pay someone to help me with the babies a day or 2 during the week so I can sleep for 2 1/2 or 3 hours. 
I MISS MY BABIES so much on these weekends.  I thought I was going to die this weekend.  I worked on Friday night, slept for a few hours, went to Lily’s 1st birthday party, slept for 15 min, work 12 hours, slept all day (in a Tylenol PM coma), and worked 13 more hours!  Yippee kai-yay.  So then my nanny *texts* me that she can’t come in the morning to watch the boys at 5.  Yeah, thanks lady.  That’s just what I pay you for.  To sit around and “watch” my kids, leave the mess and then give me less than 24 hours to find someone else to help with the kids.  Thanks.  Like, I pay you.  The least you could do when you’re going to stand me up is actually use the phone!  So, I bet you’re wondering how I could be up so late with so little sleep, right?  My lifesaver?  Regan!!  She’s 39 weeks pregnant, and out of the goodness of her heart, she woke up at 5 to come and watch the boys until 12 so I could sleep from 9:30-12.  What a sport!  Well..I kinda bribed her with a pedicure, some Golden Spoon, starbucks and a big wet juicy…HuG!  She came over while Tyler and I were both at work, then let me sleep.  Thank God.  What a blessing!

Anybody know any college students or reliable people interested in ”nannying” for the 2 most adorable boys in the world?  It’s only for a few hours every couple weeks so their mama doesn’t lose her mind. I’m home most of that time sleeping, but I just need 2 or 3 hours!  Let me know!  My current nanny?  Well, she’s on her way out.

This blog thing…

Ok, So I’m serious about this blog thing.  I think it would be really cool to look back at our favorite pictures and things we’ve done/opinions I’ve had as time goes by.  So, I’m going to write at least a couple times per week.  So, as time stands now, Tyler and I have been married a little over a year, Zachary just turned 21months, Carter is now 7 months and Daisy is again (after being at my parents for almost a year), an official member of the family. 

Life is beginning to calm down, rather, more manageable for me these days.  I guess it’s just a different kind of busy.  Between working full-time night shift as a Labor and Delivery RN and then coming home to be a full time SAHM, I’m usually always tired.  Some days are great and I stop to smell the flowers, while other days I’m just in survival mode.  As Kate Gosselin (From John and Kate plus eight) pretty much says, tomorrow is a new day if we mess up today.  Between hiring a part time nanny, someone to help out with clean the house every couple months, a lawn maintenance man that comes every friday, we are a little more broke, but I’m a little more sane.  The lawn mower is like music to my ears.  Nothing is better than coming home to a clean house that I didn’t clean, and, I didn’t know how wonderful just 3 hours of a block of sleep can be and what a HUGE difference it would make in my life.  So, for now, I’m just trying to enjoy the boys and teach them by example.  Some days I blow it, but for the most part, I think I’m doing ok. 

Carter 6.5 months old

Zachary 20 months old

Us on 4th of July

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