Facebook Archive - July 2020

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July 5 - We went “camping” for the holiday. Three of us can’t really fit on a queen-sized air mattress. Ian slept great, but Shrop and I are feeling stiff and old this morning.

July 6 - Ian: [describing some outdoor location he assumed had marble floors]

Me: "Well, it probably wasn't marble. That would be really expensive to do on that scale."

Ian: "So marble is really expensive?"

Me: "Yeah."

Ian: "So ... does it lose value when they break it up and turn them into marbles? Because bags of those are SUPER cheap."

July 27 - I clenched my fists and growled at my kid today. Just in case you thought you were the only one not handling your shit.

July 29 - My victory this week is helping Ian rearrange his bedroom so that he could have more sunlight over his desk and additional space for drawing. Because I knew he wouldn't understand spatially how things fit in his room and I didn't want to show him by dragging furniture around to locations it wouldn't fit, I made a graph paper model of his room and cut out little pieces of furniture for him to move around and decide on their locations. Everybody wins. And that was my CrossFit routine for the week.

Facebook Archive - June 2020

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June 7 - After a long night of dogs stressing about storms, I rolled over this morning to Ian in my bed. He looked at me and said, “I didn’t see any adult bed bugs in my bed, just baby ones.”

What?! And why are you in MY BED?! Why is your first thought when you think you encounter a bed bug at 6am is to pick up and move to MY BED?!

My bed was already covered in dog drool so I had to strip it. I stripped Ian’s bed and covered everything in both beds again in Cimexa. I never saw a single bed bug this morning. But I’m not letting my guard down.

It could have been lint? Fleas? His imagination? Bugs that died from the Cimexa doing its job?

I’m going to lose my mind. But first, four more loads of laundry.

Another month without much to say. Honestly, it’s a lot of the same for Ian during COVID-19.