Shoo, Fly, Shoo

FRUIT FLIES!!!! I have been battling these suckers for the past 4 days, and nothing seems to be working. An unhealthy amount of bleach, Raid, and disinfectant have still not ousted these unwelcome house guests. All of the postings I find on the internet have environmentally-friendly, organic ways to get rid of them, but I'm ready to go Rambo on these parasites!

I guess it's good motivation to give the whole house a thorough scrubbing, but it is not what I had in mind for this week. Oh well, add pest control expert to my career highlights.

Fort Dancing Bear

The other morning, I tossed our squirming toddler into bed with my sleeping husband so I could go do some laundry in the basement without "help" from my ever-ready assistant. I came back upstairs a few minutes later to the most addictive sound in the world: peals of baby and daddy laughter mixed all together. The reason: Mike had turned the comforter into a cave and Bear was spelunking down to the end and then back out, over and over again.

Yesterday, we beat the heat indoors by building a fort out of the kitchen chairs and an extra sheet. The Bear wasn't certain exactly what to do with all of the headroom, but she had a blast coming in and out.

Sometimes this parenting thing is so simple.

And then we have a boring (for her) Sunday school meeting at the church where she makes a break for it every chance she gets, talks over the coordinator, and tries to stab the lady next to me with a pen, so I know things are back to normal.

Re-purposed

I might be going out on a limb here, but what with losing my job in sales, not finding another job, and a new baby on the way, God may have shut a door on me. I know he's going to open a window or something, but right now I'm stuck in a dark hallway and it's scary.

Like a lot of people in this economy who found themselves suddenly sidelined from the rat-race, I'm working on moving in a different direction career-wise. Maybe. Or maybe I'm just out on injured reserve, and I'll be back in the sales game early next year.

That's what's making this so hard right now because nothing is clear to me about my next move, except the restrictions that life and responsibilities place upon my next move. I know I want to be home every night with my children, that I can't travel for work like I've always done. I know I have to work, but I don't know what I want to do.

There's so much talk about recycling and using old items in new ways, it seems like the concept of re-purposing applies to my life too. Maybe Real Simple will do an article on Aha! uses for 30-year-old laid-off, knocked-up mothers...