Cue the flies and stench...

I believe our rat problem is resolved.  Now we have a fly and vomit inducing stench problem, due to the dead rat population underneath our house (or in our walls?).  We used poison and traps and the poison is what did him/them in (I still have not actually seen a rat).  But last night we started noticing very large vulture flies.  The really gigantic slow kind that just sits there looking stupid when you approach with a shoe.  Very easy to kill but gross nonetheless.   I don't like killing anything that has a visible face.

Yesterday we had the gigantic hole in our drywall fixed (the hole the plumber had to create to get to the pipes). After fixing the wall and making a colossal mess, he said, "Mam, I'm not going to lie.  I'm not really prepared for this job.  They pulled me off another job to come to your house and I don't have anything to clean this up.  Can I borrow your broom?"  So after he swept up the large chunks of crumbly sheetrock, he asked me for a mop and I just told him not to worry about it because I needed to go to work.

I got home last night and looked at what needed to be done,  saw there were dollops of hard, dried cement-like goop all over the NEWLY tiled bathroom floor, the baseboards were not sealed to the wall, and goopy hard cementy stuff all over the hardwood floor outside the bathroom, and I decided to wait till this morning to deal with it.  I wheeled E's high chair over to the hallway in front of the bathroom, gave her her breakfast to smash all over her face and toss on the floor, put the TV on for Henry, and got to work with a butter knife and lots of soap and water and rags and it took me almost 40 min to clean up.  I still could not get it all out.  Grrr.  But whatever.  It's my fault for going easy on that guy and not fully checking his work.

Ever since the gas leak and all that's lead to (sickness) and the time change, both of our kids have been waking up at night.  The whole last week E has been waking twice a night.  I'm ready for the dark cloud to move on now.

Yesterday at work, I could tell this teenage client of mine was holding back on something.  I've been seeing her almost a year so I could tell something was up.  She confessed feeling like I was perfect--I had a husband, two children, a house, a career, I went to college, etc. and I looked at her and said, "Yeah, but I have rats."