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So...That Happened.

By Anonymous
Flies seem to be really bad this year. I've heard lots of people make comments about how bad the flies are. Personally they gross me out. I can't stand them. It's been a constant battle every spring to get rid of the flies. However, this year it has carried into the summer. There always seems to be one or two in the house at all times lately. However, I have noticed the past few days there has been an infestation in my bathroom. Specifically the little room where the toilet is. I mean, you kill 10 and there are 20 more on the wall. It's been bad. After church today while the kids were eating I had enough. I took the swatter in there and started killing them. I wasn't making any progress. For every one fly I killed there were 10 more in its spot. I was on the verge of going crazy. Mr. Mayer came in and took a turn in killing the flies while I went and laid the kids down for naps. He posted this on Facebook not long ago "Kids are freakin gross. That's all I'm going to say about that." Let me share with you what just happened at my house. I may not recover. I came back downstairs and Mr. Mayer was cracking up.
Mr. Mayer: "I found the source of the flies." 
Me: "Great!" 
Mr. Mayer: "You want to know where they were coming from?" 
Me: "Um....yeah?"
Mr. Mayer: Laughing harder at this point. "There was a shitty pair of underwear shoved into the toilet bowl brush holder. They were congregating in there." 
OMG!!! That is disgusting. I made Mr. Mayer throw the entire toilet bowl brush contraption out. That is the nastiest thing ever!!!! Mr. Mayer is still laughing about this and compared me to one of my former clients. I vacuumed and mopped the bathroom. Clorox wiped the walls off. Then I wasn't satisfied so I mopped the kitchen and entry way as well. And checked the toilet bowl brushes in the other bathrooms. I am currently thinking of blowing up the entire house. I feel disgusting. I feel like my house is disgusting. I may not recover from this experience.
As a side note~I am very certain about who the culprit in this situation is. There is only one kid in this house who still poops his pants and that's Carter. Seriously. The kid has been obsessed with poop since birth. If you've been reading my blogs for any amount of time you know that my kids have some weird fascination with the stuff (re: Poopaggedon, Poopaggedon Part Deuce, Yup, That Just Really Happened just as a few examples). Last week Carter had an explosive poo in my bedroom. On my bed. I thought I was going to vomit on that one. There was also a long phase of where Owen would poop in the bathtub. Every. Single. Time. I'm really glad that's over. Needless to say. I agree whole-heartedly with Mr. Mayer. Kids are gross.

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