My mother used to make us three kids clean the house with her every Friday -- T-Roy switched every week between vacuuming and dusting, my mom washed the floors and I'd help whomever with half of the dusting. When I moved out to university, I only had a one room for awhile and my landlady used to insist on cleaning it (which meant she also hid clothes she deemed "unsuitable" for a young lady for me to be wearing). When I got a two story apartment downtown, my roommate and I invested in a weekly cleaning lady. When I moved to Korea my place was small but then I moved into Sambu, got a dog, and had a boyfriend that was so into cleanliness that he used to make me shower before we ever fooled around.
Now I have three dogs, a husband, an apartment with 12 rooms and a boxing club that's beyond huge. I clean so much. The first 15mins of every morning is spent vacuuming and cleaning my house and then I spend the first 1.5-2hrs at work cleaning the boxing club.
My mom had it right, delegating extra help to do tasks. Friday night is the only night I have extra help cleaning at the club but that's because we do a crazy bleach-down of everything and anything at the club.
Cleaning is quite the chore, yes, but it's also become kind of like therapeutic relief and now I hate a dirty place. I especially hate bugs too because I was always told bugs were a sign of dirtiness. I joke with Snickers about mosquitoes, telling him they never bit me because I am clean. He insists it has something to do with my blood (which I am sure some would jump in and agree, saying it runs cold and blue). Perhaps he is just way sweeter than me; I can be sour at times... crazy thought, I know... hahaha.
Anyways, all this rambling is bringing this story somewhere. It's bringing me to a little freak out I had last night and then today...
I had come home from work, Snickers went out with friends. I did my usual after work ritual -- clean the house (again), shower and then lay on the couch with my hair in a towel and my body wrapped in another. Pac, who I am convinced is a teenage bot because he tries to mull me and refuses to share me, tried to get under my towel. I shooed him away but his wet nose had hit the inside of my leg. When I went to wipe it away I felt what felt like a bubble. Off throw the towel and on went the lights.
...a B.U.G..... on my body!!!!! Holy nasty.
I screamed like I had seen a dead body and yes, there was the whole accompanying jumping up and down, acting ridiculously silly. I can deal with blood and I have seen my fair share of nastiness but a bug sucking my blood... oh...my... gosh. Pulled that bad boy off my body and with half my body totally exposed, hanging out the back window, I threw that bug as fast as I possibly could.
When I returned from work tonight, there were three more... on the floor. Turns out they are ticks and I no exactly where they came from and how they got in our hours. The other day we went to our mountainside play area where we often take our four-legged babies. When we arrived, I caught sight of a baby kitten so I decided to try to search it out -- not an easy task with 3 four-legged friends who don't really let you out of sight. I never did find what looked like a 3 month kitten but I did trek through some high bushes, as did all three of my friends. We obviously had picked up some additional "friends" in our search.
I didn't have the exaggerated freak out like I did when I found the one on my body but it was a freak out. Ended up scooping the three bugs into a small Tupperware and putting them into the freezer. For all I knew these bugs could gang together and pop open the lid or chew through it so I thought I'd make them too cold to want to try any moves.
I hate bugs and now they are in my freezer.
I practically flipped my entire apartment upside down trying to search out if these buggers had friends and then I combed the heck out of Balboa, Pac and Pyen Chi. I even went so far as to get Snickers to wash them all with this special shampoo the vet had given us. Having to shower and blow dry Pyen Chi is a beast of a task so Snickers did that while I vacuumed the entire house, again.
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