EWWWWWW!!!!!!

Everyone say it with me, because it just has to be said, along with a shiver up your spine. Now, I am not the housekeeper that my mother is, but I'm no slouch. I mean the crumbs under the high chair and in the corner are only one or two days old. So I was completely shocked, horrified and, well totally grossed out when Princess says to me, "Ew gross! Momma there is a worm on the floor." Of course I didn't think much about it, and told her I would get it after I had finished explaining what an outline was to her brother. However, almost immediately she says, "Eww there's another one. And there's another one. Momma, there are a whole bunch of them on the floor." About this time I figure it is time to investigate. And sure enough there were a whole bunch of them, but they weren't worms. No, they weren't fuzzy little caterpillars. No, they weren't grubs. No, on my kitchen floor were maggots. EWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!

Immediately I sprang into action, and after I had done my gross out dance I got everyone out of the kitchen. I put Baby J in his room, and charged Warrior and Z-Man to play with him in there. A task they undertook, but were loathe to do so because the prospect of inspecting those little white worms was much more interesting. I then had Princess and Professor put on their shoes and gave them the task of squishing the vermin. I figured this was the best way to keep maggots out of my carpet, because that was the general direction they seemed to be headed.

The children took to their assigned tasks. Warrior and Z-Man took turns coming out of the nursery to check on progress, and Princess and Professor flooded me with questions about maggots and flies while I frantically emptied the trash and searched every possible place from where they could be coming. That means I cleaned out the bottom of the pantry (nothing there but dirt from potatoes, onion skins, and dog hair). I cleaned out the bottom of the coat closet (nothing there but a vacuum, a bag of wrapping paper, a bag of unopened McDonald's toys, and dog hair). I cleaned out from underneath the fridge (a spoon, a ball, and dog hair). I cleaned out from underneath the stove (popcorn kernel, Polly Pocket shoe, and dog hair.) I cleaned out from underneath the sink (fish tank supplies, dish detergent, bucket of cleaning implements, no dog hair). I could not find where those things came from, and I decided that the dog needed to be groomed.

Just about the time I got the entire kitchen/dining room/entry way torn apart it was lunch time. Are you kidding me?!?! Time to pay a visit to the local $5 for a medium pizza place.

Needless to say I spent the entire day on my hands and knees washing all the tile in the house. During this time I was also teaching the older two. I somehow managed to have the floor finished by the time Baby J got up from his nap, but the kitchen was in chaos and I was dangerously close to becoming a blathering idiot. Because, I forgot to mention, this day was Wednesday. Which meant that I also needed to take a shower and try to at least resemble a female human, I needed to do prep for the little kids Bible study class I teach on Wed, I needed to have dinner ready early, I needed ............the list at that time seemed endless. I even called and cried to Rock who was ready to let me stay home so that I could make some sense out of the mess of the house, and maybe get a shower and a nap.

By the time Rock got home I was a little more in control, but still teetering on the edge. Rock advised going to church and leaving some of the mess, because I needed to be with my church family. I managed to get in a short shower (had to wear the do rag and make-up?), we opted for dinner at Sonic, and got to the church a little early so that I could get my lesson completed. You know, Rock was right. I needed that time with the kids in my class, and the sympathy and love of my fellow Christians. By the time we got home, I was better prepared to get that kitchen whipped back into shape - with Rock's help of course.