That would be Wednesday! We had the troops over the weekend, from Sunday afternoon to Wednesday night. We spent Monday and Tuesday nights at their house. Soooo, I wake up Wednesday morning to ants! Someway, somehow, those pesky little vermits got into the house! (I suspect they may have some sort of alliance with the flies!) Anyway, over concern that the children would get germs from any poison I laid down, I tried drowning them with Lysol. Well, it at least made them very very drunk. But as they lay in their stupor, I swept them up and dumped them OUTSIDE, far away from the doorway. I had to repeat this several times. I finally vacuumed the remaining ones into the land of dustville. I am quite sure I sufficiently suffocated them!
The next declaration of war went towards the "hoppers", more scientifically called "crickets". Even though I have great admiration for the accomplishments of Jiminy, I do not want to entertain his entire relatives in the house! They, however, did not seem to have the same pension towards drunkeness, so I had no choice but to call a "stampede". I think most of them got the point...or the heel, as it may be...
The third war tactic was aimed at the Clutter room~aka the playroom or classroom. We use the hallway with a built-in cabinet and desk for the official classroom, but this room doubles as classroom and playroom. Therefore, it had succumbed to the summer time blues. I packed up at least 4 boxes of rarely used toys and sent them packing to the garage. Then I labeled each and every bin and grouped them. This way, I figured, the boys could learn to read and identify letters and colors of the bins and even associate them with the toys. For example, all the kitchen and play food items are in "green" bins, since food is grown. All the cars and "things that go" are in red bins, since they are "charged" with power! ETC. I also labeled the crates larger items as to where they should be located in the room. I cleaned the school supply closet and labeled all of the boxes and bins in there as well. We are one organized household! And the kids responded well over Thursday and Friday, actually looking at the labels to find where the items went. They earned all of their stickers both days!
Friday the war continued...but not with the boys or the ants or hoppers or clutter! My body decided to be a rebel. I started experiencing chest pains and weakness in my left arm. Well, you all know the warnings about such things. I eventually ended up in the ER compliments of my daughter. And I spent all evening there and most of today..well, up in a room in the hospital. The hospital is new...less than two years old and very nice...except for the food...yuck! Tbey withheld it from me for a long while due to tests and "precautions". I couldn't believe, when I actually got some, that I had begged for this...stuff...The very first thing I did upon arriving home was EAT! Well, all is well that ends well...
I believe I won the war on the ants and crickets. It appears that the playroom is fairing very nicely. I won the war with the doctors who wanted to keep me and keep doing tests, even though they had already concluded it most likely, almost for sure, was NOT my heart. They did, however, make me promise to get one more test as an out-patient and return to the cardiologist next week. They also concluded that it may all be related to both my gastrical issues and GERD...however, they did not offer any antacid until late today. Geesh!
But, life goes on...the stay at the hospiital cost me my writer's group meeting and a breakfast meeting with friends we had planned. I guess I lost that battle! Speaking of battles, the ONLY doc (NP actually) who had the nerve to address the battle of the bulge was a female...about my age...who knows how to shoot from the hip, so to speak.
Thankfully, this week's wars are over and I remain victorious!
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