Mostly fruit flies…
So today I went to the post office and received yet another baby magazine and a sample jar of some baby powder formula. When I opened up the box and saw the formula, I thought…this is one of the first times in the past 3 1/2 years that I’m ‘ok’ with getting this. All the baby stuff in the mail is like junk mail. I’m not saying it’s junk, I’m just saying it never stops once you start it. I started it when I was pregnant with the boys and it has always been almost irritating to me to keep getting it once we lost them. Yet another constant reminder. One that I couldn’t stop. It’s just the way things like that are. You learn to deal with them. I ended up trying to give the samples to people that needed them or just threw them out.
On an en-TIRE-ly different note: When I was gone last weekend in Maryland, I apparently forgot to take out some food from my trash. So when I came back I almost gagged on the swarm of fruit flies that came pouring out of my trash. I have been trying to rid myself of them for the past week. They seem to be multiplying by the hundreds! I went online for a home remedy(I’m big on those). I thought I had heard of one before and sure enough! I found that if you set a bowl(or something you can throw away. The thought of eating in something later that hundreds of fruit flies died in doesn’t really excite me) out with vinegar in it and cover it tightly with suran wrap, they will become trapped in it. Of course you have to poke holes in the top with something small like a toothpick, but I guess they are attracted to the vinegar. I will wait for 24 hours and see how its going. I will admit I couldn’t wait, so I took a peek and it is looking rather discusting in there. aka: it’s working.
I’m trying to finish my last paper for a class that is due by tomorrow. I’m so close I don’t want to stop tonight until it’s done, but I am far too stressed I think. I don’t feel stressed but I think the baby is kicking me a bit. No…I don’t literally feel the baby kicking. It’s just pretty tight around the baby which seems like stress to me. So…I will play it by ear. I’m almost done anyway. 58 pages later…4 pages have been written. That’s ridiculous.
