And Then...

Our time in Pennsylvania was... relaxing. too short. just right. all of the above.

It got a little bit exciting thanks to the earthquake during which I seriously considered the idea that the world just might be ending.... and got even more interesting when the hurricane that I was trying desperately to ignore had us rushing south a day earlier than planned to avoid bad weather and horrific traffic.

It's funny. I was incredibly nervous about the car ride and it was totally easy breezy and carefree. We made great time. Sawyer was his content little self the entire ride. He even ate. Awesome.

When we got to our house, though... we placed Sawyer on the floor of the room we deemed to be his and.... what's that black speck on his face? and that one? what's that you say? fleas? FLEAS! a;lsdkjfa;sldfjadlkjasdlfjasd;ljfkaljkdf!!!!!!!!!

I'm thinking about opening a pest control company because I'm basically an expert on the topic now.
I kid, but it was actually horrendous. We arrived at our house Friday evening and doncha know our moving company was scheduled to arrive with our furniture promptly on Monday morning and it was the weekend so how the heck were we supposed to get the housing people to take care of this problem before our furniture arrived and became flea infested too!

Also. At our house. We have no AT&T cell phone reception.
which pretty much meant no contact with the outside world since phone, internet, and cable weren't scheduled to be set up until Wednesday...

So I kind of had a nervous breakdown. And the fact that Mike and I got through that weekend and are still married and in fact speaking to each other is a testament to the fact that I'm feeling pretty confident that we can survive anything. for realz.

We sprayed the carpet of the main offending room. We did an all natural carpet powder in that same room. We still found a few fleas hopping around. We bug bombed the house... About which I had another nervous breakdown because I'm pretty sure Sawyer is going to get cancer or develop autism or something equally upsetting because of all the chemicals he has been exposed to (no he wasn't in the house when we did this; we stayed at a hotel. I just can't imagine, though, that those chemicals go disappearing into thin air in 24 hours). Then that morning before the movers got there a pest control guy came and sprayed the house. This was the housing company's weak contribution to the solution of this problem. The housing lady then came in and walked from room to room in her white socks and proclaimed the problem to be solved. We are flea free. Hallelujah. From what I read, though, (I am very well read on this topic, believe you me) it's not uncommon for you to think the fleas are gone and then have another outbreak of them in a few weeks. The reason for this is quite interesting if you're into that kind of thing, so I won't bore you with the details. The only way to really get rid of them is diligent cleaning and diligent dousing the heck out of them with chemicals. done and done.

*crossing my fingers and praying for the best.

*asd;flkajsd;flkajsdf;lkajdsf;lkjasf!!!!!

for realz.

Mike's mom tells a story about when they moved to 29 Palms, CA. If you've never been there, take it from me: it's a desert wasteland. She says she cried as they pulled in and she cried as they pulled out. The lesson being, it is what you make it. The fleas and the not having any contact with the outside world may have clouded my vision about this place a bit at first. The clouds have begun to part, though, and I'm starting to see that this could be a nice place to call home for a few years. I will keep you posted.