This is the part where I totally fail as a mom.
I absolutely, positively cannot clean up vomit. I just can't. It's too disgusting.
I mean, if one of my kids throws up in their bed, I dunk them in the tub and set them up with a sleeping bag on my bedroom floor. If someone pukes on the floor, I cover it with towels until I can
Thankfully, The Hub was off this weekend. What a wonderful wife I am, allowing him to clean up barf on his days off. Hey, at least I kind of offered to do it myself, except it went like this: "Oh my GAWD, there's puke on the floor! [retching] I guess I don't mind cleaning it up, considering I spend every moment of every day taking care of these children. What's a little puke, when you spent probably a combined total of three hours a day changing diapers and wiping snotty noses?"
And then there were bees.
I had to get a few groceries Saturday, and the kids, sick as they were, wanted to come with. So I outfitted everyone with a barf bag, and we all headed off to the grocery store.
When we got there, no one felt like going in. So The Hub ran in with my list while I stayed out in the car with everyone, and then we came home. The whole trip took a total of maybe forty five minutes.
We came home to the most horrifying thing I can think of.
When I walked in the door, I noticed three or four yellow jackets in the kitchen window. This is not unusual for this time of year, so The Hub killed them as I brought in the groceries. I had a bag in one hand and The Babe in the other when I looked up at the bay window in the dining room. There were at least thirty yellow jackets in the window, all furiously buzzing and trying to get out.
The Hub got the fly swatter and started killing them while I kept the kids away.
Then I went into the breezeway. The entry door in the breezeway is the kind of little diamonds of glass, and it was completely black. You couldn't see out it because of all the yellow jackets. They were swarming, and they were all inside my house.
I screamed and grabbed the kids and ran back out the kitchen door. We all got in the car and finally The Hub came out, looking slightly frazzled. He got in and we went to the hardware store and bought some wasp spray.
Since then, I am still dealing with the yellow jackets. Their nest is up in the sofit just outside the breezeway door, and it must be huge because they keep finding their way in through cracks in the wall. We've put tape up over every crack we could find and I think we've finally got a handle on them.
The worst part, though, is that I heard they hate mint oil, so I have it all over that breezeway, and the little bastards keep getting in. Seems like they actually kind of like mint oil. If anyone has a sinus infection, come over to my house because the mint is so strong you can hardly breathe. Clears you right up.
Anyway, my brother came today and patched up more holes, since I kept losing my balance on the chair, and so far no more bees. I keep having nightmares about bees. I'm scared to go in the bathroom at night because I fear I'll step on a bee. (A few have found their way in there.) And don't get me started on the breezeway - I won't set foot in there if I don't have to.
When we get a really hard killing frost, The Hub is going to take down that piece of sofit and remove the nest. Until then, I just have to hope for the best.
I'm so glad the baby didn't come this weekend, with the sick kids and wasps and all. What a wretched weekend.