Mothers Day

Well, how was every ones Mothers Day?

Mine was...different.

When I envision a Mothers Day I imagine a lovely Sunday morning where your amazing husband lets you sleep in. Whilst your sleeping, he cleans the whole house and makes you breakfast and plays with your son/daughter and dog. After you wake up feeling gloriously refreshed, your child and husband present you with breakfast, a card, and flowers. After a delicious meal you all go to the park and play in the warm Spring sunshine and continue to have a wonderfully calm and relaxing day.

Oh, 'tis a dream.

My Mothers Day wasn't exactly this wonderful, at all.

I awake to Frankie whining in her crate at 6:30, my amazing husband would have let me sleep in I'm sure, but unfortunately he is off shore at the moment and so it was on me to get up and let her out. Steve woke up about fifteen minutes later and came in my room for a bit of a snuggle with was very nice. He is so sweet, he cuddles up to me and throws his little arm around my neck and says, "I love you so much Mommy." Awww, that little guy really knows how to melt my heart.

After 3 minutes of Steve love we go downstairs and I start pouring some cereal for breakfast and go about my daily routine and that's when I noticed something wiggling on the floor. Something white and fat and so disgusting I almost screamed in terror.

A maggot.

What in the holy hell is that thing doing in my kitchen? I freak out stomp it, then I spot another, more freaking and stomping and another and another.

Where are they coming from?!

I pull the kitchen garbage can away from the wall and pull out the fridge a little which is right next to the garbage can, and there they are. There were at least 15 disgusting little insects, I immediately go into crazy clean mode. I set Steve up on the couch and tell him that he cant leave that area unless he has shoes on, he is confused, fortunately I turned a movie on and that silenced him for a good long while.

I pulled the refrigerater away the from the wall completely and bleached the entire area. I did the same with the stove and bleached the garbage can along with the floor and all the cabinets and our sheets. There werent any maggots in our sheets but, I was terrified and panicking and bleach is the answer to me being terrified most times. The dogs were hosed down outside and so was the entire back yard. Every surface of my kitchen and outlying areas was disinfected in about 4 hours. Its actually pretty confusing though, this whole maggot business. I am a clean freak, I sweep and mop and scrub every single day. When I pulled everything out in the kitchen, there wasn't a whole lot of food back behind anything. Just a few dust bunnies. The fridge had 2 bits of old dog food underneath it and nothing else. So, naturally to put my confusion to rest and to further gross myself out, I googled 'maggots'. Just an FYI if you ever want to disgust yourself and gag in horror, google 'maggots'

Apparently, they hatch and eat and then when they are ready to turn into the fly, they move away from the food source. So, they had hatched in my garbage can and then crawled up the side and back behind the fridge.

Gross. Gross. Gross.

After, several hours of bleaching everything I own and constant hand washing I had officially killed every invader in the entire house. 

It was probably the most disgusting, gross, yuck, thing ever but I'm glad I got them all. My kitchen is sterile and it will stay that way. If it doesnt I swear to you I will burn this house down to get rid of them. or move. Either is a viable option for me, really.

After all that horror, I pulled Steve away from the lap top and the couch, deemed our house safe and we played some Thomas.

I filled his baby pool up in the back yard and we played in there for a little while, it was very relaxing after such a horrific morning. I actually was able to enjoy being his mother, instead of barking at him to get out of the kitchen because it had bugs in it.

I left Steve to play in his pool while I made myself the best dinner ever. 

Baked rosemary and garlic chicken, toasted almond and honey biscuits with a raspberry butter and steamed artichoke hearts with a basil garlic sauce. I like garlic...a lot. I felt pretty confident in my ridiculously clean kitchen and everything turned out so good, I was impressed with my master culinary skills. Thank you Internet for helping me hone these master skills.

My friend Katie came over and gave me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and Steve made me a card and a little flower with his picture on it at school. I cried with the bouquet and I almost died with an overflow of love with the gift from my son.

All in all, my Mothers Day was not ideal with the maggot battle and my husband not being here, but I guess it could have been much worse.

To end this Mothers Day, Steve woke up at 11:30 screaming. I ran in to see what had happened, expecting a bad dream, instead I'm greeted by the strong smell of vomit. I gently calmed him down and changed his clothes and stripped his bed and sent him into my room while I could scrub down his mattress and the floor and get some new sheets for him. As I came down the stairs I see that Frankie has pooped on the stairs.

I take a deep breath and put the blankets in the wash and clean up the carpet from Steve and Frankie. I put Steve back into bed and snuggle him.

I guess this is being a Mother.



Cheers.