A horrifying wake up call about my obviously sub standard housekeeping skills

Now I'm a kind of live and let live kinda girl.  I try not to kill too many bugs, as long as they stay out of my way.  However last night a particular bug crossed all sorts of boundaries, and signed it and all of it's friends death warrant.

 

So it's 4.30am and I'm fast asleep, which in itself is a job of work when you sleep with a toddler that performs acrobatics while sleeping and requires his feet to be stuck under my big fat pregnant body.  When suddenly I'm jolted awake by the feel of something scurrying across MY FACE!!!!  So I've done the whole flick of the hand as I've catapulted myself into a sitting position.  Then had the internal debate of did I dream it?  Or was it real.  I flick on the light and scramble around the bed trying to find what on earth could have tap danced across my nose, and find a cockroach ON MY PILLOW!!!!  So now I'm dancing around the bed, trying to kick the little bugger out (so as not to squish his innards all over my beautiful new sheets).  Without waking up the aforementioned toddler and also trying not to touch the filthy little beast.  When he hits the floor so I can finally squish him and takes off so fast in directions unknown that I cannot find him again.  

 

SOOOOO I then spend the next hour and a half lying in bed awaiting the second kamakazie attack on either myself or Zaccy, my skin crawling like I've got bugs all over me and with tales that I've heard about the agonising pain of having cockroaches crawl into ear cavities ringing through my brain. I did finally fall back into a very uneasy and slightly queasy sleep due only to my absolute exhaustion, as the sun began to brighten the sky.  With a promise that I would scrub this obviously filthy bug ridden house like it has never been scrubbed before.   Which is exactly what I did, it took me 7 hours and I've only gotten about 1/4 of the way through, but every corner, nook, hook, rook and cranny of the rooms I have reached so far has been cleaned shined and sprayed with some form of poison or other in the hope of staving off any more insect attacks.  And once the whole house is cleaned to the point where I wont be embarassed by the flick man digging through our cupboards (hopefully as I've packed most of the stuff up) I fully intend to bring in the big guns and fumigate this house within an inch of its life.

 

So bugs of all persuasions be warned, your days are numbered.  My sub standard, lack luster housekeeping may have seemed like an invitation, but that invite has just been revoked...  And with that I will leave you all and go attempt to scrub the skin from my face again!  :P