You won't believe it. George has yet another Monday off this week! Gosh I'm going to miss all the holidays when we go back to the States. I've gotten really used to George working short weeks. We're not able to make the most of this one because George is sick and I'm only just recovering from that gastronomical slip I had on Friday.
George is at home, sick, Tuesday and Wednesday and I take the opportunity to do an intensive cleaning of the kitchen. It's about time! It's just so hard to dig into anything real with a little one constantly taking my attention. I end up not doing anything worthwhile on days when I'm home alone with Regin.
I'm in such awe of the mothers of the past. I just don't have the wherewith all to be a modern June Cleaver. I am speaking to that older generation now. How on Earth did you manage to look after children and keep house? Is it all because I didn't train him to hang out in the play pen? Part of my problem is my selfishness. I fight all day long for snippets of time that I can use to rebel and focus on what I want for just a few seconds. So then neither my time with Regin, nor my time for myself is of any quality. My best days are when I give in wholly to the mom thing and focus on only my child, the whole household is brighter for it, but I just can't seem to keep at it, so I keep fighting. And the fight is tiring. So on days when I have another body with me, another set of eyes to notice the falls and another pair of arms to answer the cries with hugs, I do better. Shanti, our part-time maid, helps, but I can't really rely on her.
Maybe George shouldn't have to watch Regin in his condition, but then again no one ever thinks about all the moms who continue to care for their children when they themselves are sick and hubbies are skipping off to work for the day. I have done it. And the worst is having to breastfeed when you can't even keep food down.
So Tuesday and Wednesday I have my opportunity to tear apart the kitchen and scrub everything. Oh this feels so good! I'm finally putting all the dishes away in the cabinets!
You may or may not want to know what finally pushed me into a kitchen-cleaning tizzy, but either way I'm going to tell you. Gecko poops. Gecko poops, gecko poops, GECKO POOPS! They're everywhere. Remember when I posted this? I thought they were fun then. Now they're just little jerks that poop all over my apartment, but mostly all over my kitchen. The poops on the floor are sometimes daily, the poops on the walls are every once in a while. But this time, I found poops inside a drawer and on a kitchen utensil! YYYyyyyilch! AAAAArrrgh! Get me away from the filthy little beggers!
With our snake in Colorado, some of you have seen how careful we are. After handling her or anything from her vivarium, you must sanitize! Egg layers often carry salmonella, so you have to be safe. Especially with young children in the house. But now? We're flipping living in the vivarium. We're like the cheesy plastic plants decorating their living space. We're decor and entertainment in their house. So there is no sanitizing.
I have found two non-toxic means of reducing the population currently residing in our place. The first involves a very cruel trap with sticky paper inside. You just wait till the box gets heavy and throw it away. Translation: kill them by slow starvation/dehydration. Method two: spray this oil stuff on the walls that makes it so they can't stick to the walls. This sounds hilarious to me, but effective? I see them on the floor a lot, and I am supposed to use this to keep away new geckos, after getting rid of the ones I have, by spraying it around their entry points, but I don't know where those are.
If anyone else knows of some non-toxic tricks, please clue me in. I'm desperate.
Photos etc:
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Regin is suddenly obsessed with wearing his sunglasses (that he previously despised).
We went for a dip in the pool upstairs, but no sunglasses now -- he was tired of them by then.
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