I hate life some days. Found out we have bed bugs in our apartment, don't know how we got them at all. I felt bad because I threw out our dog's bed and all her fabric toys, you know try to eliminate more surfaces to clean in the end. Just seeing her sad face when I threw them all away just killed me. Plus I don't want to buy any new ones because I don't know if they could get affected too. I have to steam the bed , the sheets, pillows, and blankets before hubby gets home and then when I get off work tomorrow I have to go to the laundromat and wash everything in hot water and then dry it for 20 minutes in a hot dryer. I really don't want to burn any of our things but I'm going to have to, maybe I can get away with just steaming my Papa Emeritus the 4th blanket robe thingy.... I just bought it and they sold out on the website after and I don't know if they will make more or not. Then I have to wash tons of clothes too. As well steam each and every single one of hubby's suits that he has, hell maybe his whole closet too and maybe wash all of his shirts again too.... Fuck this sucks ass..... When things were starting to go great again for me life decides to say fuck you no you don't. Like for once can I have a year where shit doesn't go wrong? I'm tired. I didn't get much sleep, I feel creepy crawlies all over me and it sucks. Hell I'm in new clothes and I got two-ish showers and I still feel as gross as I did last night. I'm going to pick up some hotshot fogger stuff and a bigger box of baking soda. I just hope that will help as well on top of me doing all the heat stuff, I am so glad that I bought that steamer as a wedding gift for myself after I returned those shitty ass knives; no offense to my mother-in-law, but those knives sucked ass. I just wish it was one of those bigger ones, but beggars can't be choosers. I'm just really glad we have one to begin with. Work has been hard and I've been here for only 2 hours and can barely function. Hubby thinks I'm being too negative but I'm sorry that's the way I have thought about things for a really long time. I have been writing for maybe 20 minutes... I really should get back to work... But I don't want to.
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Non-FictionI don't know what this is. There is only one tag because I don't really want anyone to read this, I need a space to write and get things out. I really don't know where I am at the moment in my life anymore so I'm going to try something to help me.
