(Pity post ahead)
Brendan was up all night throwing up, roughly every 45 minutes to an hour. the ex and I took turns jumping up and shoving the trash bucket under his head. Poor guy is feverish and exhausted, but I think we are past the worst of it. He hasn’t thrown up in 3 hours, and that feels like a victory right now.
So we all get up tired as hell this morning, and I walk out to the kitchen to see my counters covered in sugar ants. ARGGGGG. I’ve been meaning to call Terminex out, we are due for service, but come on..ants?! I’d almost prefer the one or two black widows to the hundreds of ants that were parading across my kitchen laughing at me. Little fuckers weren’t laughing too long though, a little Clorox Cleanup spray and I got the last laugh. Kills ants and removes stains, how about that?