After one hell of an afternoon/evening/night, I am now waiting to see if all of my efforts did one bit of good in getting rid of fleas. It's overwhelming because 1.) it only takes 1 flea to reinfest, 2.) a female flea can lay up to 50 eggs 3.) the eggs are difficult to kill. I set off 3 bombs in the house, 1 on each level. They are supposed to kill the eggs, which is one of the biggest problems with fleas. I am vacuuming like a mad woman to pick up any eggs that didn't die. I also put some drops on the cats, let them stay in the garage overnight. The medicine is suppose to kill the fleas in 24 hours. I worry that because they are still alive and on the cats that somehow they will survive and take over my house again. Ugh. In preparation, I had to bag up all the kids toys (4 bags plus 3 toy boxes and 2 bins), all the baby's stuff, strip our beds and wash all bedding and blankets and rugs, turn off the pilot light to the water heater, and remove everything off my kitchen counters. After staying out of the house for 3 hours, I mopped the floors, vacuumed, wiped down the kitchen counters, dining room table, crib, and reorganized the kids toys. We decided to leave the stuffed animals in bags for awhile to make sure any fleas would starve and die. And to add to the fun, I didn't get to bed until 12:30 a.m. because Isaiah was fussing and husband decided to go to bed. Not really fair, but okay. But, then he was extra fussy and I really got 2-3 hours of sleep. And then this a.m., it took forever to relight the pilot light on the water heater so I could shower. It shouldn't have been so hard. To top it off, I work tonight, and am on call from 7-11 before my shift. I'm sure I'll be called in because I'm wiped out. I've got my last load of rugs in the dryer now, I have to rewash Clara's bedding because she peed in it at naptime (I swear she hates clean sheets because this is the only time she does this). The last thing I need to do is clean up the basement because, man, are there dead bugs everywhere. It's really disgusting. But, typing out all the things I've done in the last 24 hours makes me feel like Wonder Woman. And Wonder Woman needs a nap!