The bites keep happening. Some nights none, and then a couple day later Liam will have another and now Marc is getting it bad. Last night I also came across a creepy looking bug that I haven't seen before. I caught it and we're are having someone come out to spray. I really hate to do it, but at this point the bites are just harming us more than the potential harm of the spray. Thanks to the internet, I have been able to read up on the actual spray being used and I am comfortable with it. We will be hitting a hotel the night they apply it, just to be of the cautious side. Unfortunately, this spray will not take care of the problem if the problem is fleas. I don't think it is, but there is that "what if" factor. There is also the matter that if mr. creepy bug is what I think he might be, this spray won't do it either. In that case, we'll have to do another, different treatment, but likely not until vacation.
To add to the stress, our AC stopped working (actually heat pump) this past Friday and today we got the news (again) that the man who built this house
On a bright note, it could be so much worse. I am so grateful for my fantastic family that I could cry. Unfortunately for Liam, life with stressed out mama is pretty lame, though filled with much more reading time. I tried to be cool and hang out on the porch outside, but dangit if I didn't start getting bit out there too.
Off to bed.
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