The ants go marching…

I love summer, but I despise the fact that it usually means we have trouble with ants getting in our home. Every year it seems I have to battle these pesky little suckers and this year is no different.

At 11pm on Saturday night while taking Devin to the bathroom before bed, I saw them. Tons of them. Actually trails of them. Marching through my carpet in my house to get the fragments of food the little kids (who eat all over the house) dropped. I know… someone start printing out my Mother of the Year award now. Yes, I let them eat outside of the kitchen. If you say you don’t do it, well… you’re LYING! If I made them only eat at the table, they’d never eat. *Ahem* Back to the topic at hand.

Like a madwoman I began spraying ant killer on the baseboards and anywhere I hoped the kids wouldn’t touch. Then I began moving furniture and vacuuming everywhere while Madison watched the little kids on the couch. Thankfully the ants were only in the dining room (which we don’t use) and the formal living room. I would have thought they would be where the little kids sit on the love seat in the den and eat snacks and such… but they weren’t. I guess ants aren’t all that smart because they could have had a feast in that love seat…LOL

And of course, during all this ant mess… David was at work. This crap only happens when he’s at work. Don’t ask me how. I wish I knew. If something around here is going to go wrong, it always happens when he’s not here and I’m forced to face it alone. I was so exhausted and frustrated after spending over two hours spraying ant killer, vacuuming and moving furniture by myself that I called David at work to vent. We ended up getting into an argument because I was pissed he didn’t treat the outside sooner… thus leading to the ant drama I had to deal with alone. He’s still not happy with me… two days later. Actually he’s pretty much not speaking to me right now. Whatever. His advice to me was to leave them till morning and he would take care of them. Honestly… did he really expect me to leave the ants roaming free in my house till morning? Does he realize how f***ing OCD I am? I mean, after all we’ve been married ten years now. He should realize that leaving ants in my house to roam free is simply not an option. Period.

Ah well… at least the damn ants are gone for now. And I suppose I will just have to take the cold shoulder from David until he decides I’m worthy of his presence again.

Men can be such babies. But that’s another blog post…

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