In case I’m in danger of giving the impression that Florida is all sunshine and alligator hunting, let it be known that my mom usually gets the phone calls about the bad times and I blog about the good times. Um…sorry Mum. Isaac developed a spotty rash all over his body, then got a touch of a bug that’s going around. He just didn’t feel great—reduced appetite, very sad half-hearted crying even during his favorite activities, generally needing to be held a lot. Poor little guy.
By Friday, he was very tired and didn’t really want to play, not even with his crocheted ball, for very long. The only thing that seemed to cheer him up was constant low-key movement. Kind of like…housework. So we folded laundry, vacuumed, and other baby-appropriate chores. Our house is rather clean. And it’s not even Cleaning Day!
Besides Isaac’s short bug, we’ve also had quite the issue with real bugs, like the nine caterpillars devouring the dill in the herb garden, and a fat spider (here trapped under a glass) creeping nonchalantly across the kitchen floor in broad daylight. Yuck!
A good thing about Chris’ schedule being all over the place this week—I think he got home at 7pm, 1am, 9:15pm, and worked from home one day—was that he was around the morning Isaac and I discovered the caterpillars and he sprayed them all dead. Their fleshy little corpses still litter the garden as a warning to other herb munchers. Caterpillars bring out an ugly side of my soul. Shore tours: when husbands are around to do bug things. Except I had to take care of the spider anyway because Chris stepped over the glass on his way to work. The [nonvenomous, Florida House] spider lives on in the herb garden with an understanding that he will not eat the dill. Upon penalty of death.