I have wiped away giant rivers of ants from 3 places in the house just now, and 2 this morning. I spray them ruthlessly with windex-type stuff or with the nastiest possible ant poison. Borax sort of works but they just find the one spot you ahve not boraxed and they go there. fuckers.
cleanup after everyone last night. dishes. laundry. dinner. more laundry. I cleaned Moomin's room just now while sort of pretending to play with him, but he had my number. Ants on top of this, I can't take!
I recall times when I just neutrally coexisted with rivers of ants. As long as they didn't crawl on me, they weren't hurting anything. Now I am personally offended by them. Oh rainy season, please be over soon!
On the subject of bitching about housework: I am also through with feeling bad about bitching about housework. It's not so bad, I hope. Other people complain minorly about their jobs, right? About their commutes or something annoying that keeps happening. So what is the big deal about housewives and moms bitching about their jobs? Why is it such a big joke, and not to be done? (Yes, as a stoic philosopher, I should not bitch about anything. I know.)
I think by 9 when Moomin is in bed i am going to be exhausted. maybe just some catchup reading for class and no real creative homework...
on the other hand everything is very cosy tonight, and i like it all being clean. but yeah i am going to bed as soon as I can. flannel. curling up. book and pen.