I have an ant problem….the little black sugar ants. At first they were just in one part of the kitchen but now, as they’re known to do, they’ve wandered about. There’s usually not a HUGE amount of them, but there’s always a good number scurrying about here and there. In the mornings, when I’m half asleep, if I drop even a granule of sugar or a flake of an oat on the counter and fail to wipe it up, by the time I get home from work there’s a steady stream of ants crawling all over. The other day I didn’t wash the rice cooker properly, there may have been some grime or maybe a grain of rice left, and when I want back into the appliance drawer to get the blender yesterday there were ants everywhere. I emptied out the whole drawer, vacuumed it and wiped it down, and thoroughly scoured all the appliances.
I think maybe the moral of this story is that I need to get better at cleaning.
I Googled natural ways to get rid of ants. I may have gone overboard with the cinnamon, which I can’t see has made any difference, other than killing a few that got crushed under my overzealous heavy-handed sprinkling of it across the window sills. And the vinegar didn’t really seem to do much either. They drown in it, sure, but their buddies just come up right behind them and continue on their merry little ways.
And now Tom is going to come home to a kitchen that smells like vinegar, is covered in cinnamon, and still has ants running about.
I finally bought ant poison, which I was really reluctant to use because it’s just so toxic, but I’m really sick of those little insects. Is it ridiculous that having them in my kitchen actually makes me feel violated?
I’ve been working at the new center for the last five days. I like it. I’m somewhat ashamed to admit it but the absolute main reason I love it is the commute…..I don’t have one.
There I am, walking to work. It took me a total of 9 minutes. And in my own clothes!! And it’s even a tunic tank top. They’re so very casual with the clothes we can wear, as long as there are no butts or boobs hanging out, and you appear relatively tidy, then you get to wear what you want. And half the time everyone is barefoot. It’s pretty dope.
I like the educating kids part of it too….
I’ve had several interviews at other preschools to get on their reliever lists. So hopefully after this month is done at the place I’m currently working at, I’ll still have steady jobs coming in. I was talking to Tom the other night and telling him that I’ve realized that doing relieving work as a job is going to be a challenge for me….but in a good way. As ya’ll know, I’m not 100% comfortable around new people, especially when I get the “I Am Awkward” thought in my head which only serves to make me even less comfortable. Doing relieving work is going to regularly put me in situations where I am around women (and the occasional man) who I don’t know and who all know each other pretty well. Even when constantly interacting with the children, which comes easily to me, I can still feel out of my comfort zone being in an unfamiliar place surrounded by unfamiliar people. It will be great practice for me and….here comes that AWFUL cliche that I kind of hate….it will help me GROW……barf.
Tom is currently on a plane heading home to me. I pick him up tomorrow evening. The 4.5 months are over!!!! I’m a little nervous, but mostly just so so so excited to not have to wash dishes after cooking dinner anymore.
Gotta go. I need to place the ant poison out and wipe up the copious amounts of useless cinnamon. I also need to binge-watch and finish up the TV show I’ve been into recently because if Tom comes home and sees me watching it I will NEVER live it down.
Hugs and kisses.