Stress is what bugs me
I'm insanely stressed right now. I'm waiting for the exterminators to get here. They should be here between 11 and 1. Why are we having exterminators come? We found a note from our upstairs roommates stating that they found a cockroach on Sunday night. The neighbor called the exterminators and told the landlord that he's paying for it. We have had to throw out a bunch of food, take everything out of cabinets, drawers, and move all of our furniture away from the walls. I'm happy that the problem will be solved soon, but our house is a disaster right now. We took our two pet cats and rats over to one of Nick's co-workers house for the day. When we put blah in the carrier and put her on the porch she started whining and stuck her but up and started peeing out of the cage onto the porch. We cleaned that up of course. This has been the longest week ever. I'm leaving after they spray because I don't want to be around if there are a bunch of bugs crawling out and dying. The thought gives me the hibigeebies.