Optimism
Last night, I had a semi-migraine. Ten minutes after I went to sleep it off, Isobel woke up and so against everything I’ve been doing since finding creepy crawlies lived in my bed, I brought her to bed with me. She got a new blanket to sleep on so that I wouldn’t cross-contaminate her crib, if she should go back to it and a new pair of PJs, too.
I am hyper-vigilant about this stuff now, short of vacuuming 20 times a day - vacuuming what, though? I have 450 square feet, of which 20 has shown to be an issue. And I cannot find the little buggers (ha), it’s been bites on my alone since I’ve stopped: allowing Isobel contact with my bed (before last night, that is), or putting anything down on it.
We’ve been treated three times - twice with steam and last Tuesday with fumigation. Tomorrow will be our fourth treatment, reportedly to kill anything that might’ve hatched after the last fumigation and well, I’ll be honest - last night was not entirely bourne of sleepiness.
It was an experiment. I haven’t been bitten since last Wednesday and I figured that since Isobel has had no problem with having bites when she’s gotten them in the past, if she’d been bitten last night cuz they’re not all dead or gone, then she’d be A-OK with it.
Nothing bit her. Not a spec on her darker-than-mine skin. And so I got up this morning, thinking that maybe this is going to turn out okay. And maybe they’ll be killed and I won’t be feeling crawling sensations 24 hours a day anymore, or get new bites that will scar, or have to throw out my bed. Maybe it will all be okay.
And maybe, after all, I could make this place work for us. Maybe I could move my soon-to-be-no-longer-infested-even-a-little-bit bed into Isobel’s little room and take all of the toys out to the living room. And I could have an actual bedroom - one that I share with her, but you know, it’s not like I actually do anything in bed that I wouldn’t want her to see (that’s what the bathroom is for *wink wink*) - and an actual living room not 50% occupied by a bed.
Oh, a glorious, bug-free existence! Just might be better than the Valium I’ve been craving.
Oh, who the eff am I kidding? I’m so buying a new bed, once I know the place is clean. Shudder.
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