7 Day Push - Taking Time For Yourself

The 7 Day Push for week 6 is all about scheduling time for yourself. This couldn't have come at a better time. I feel as though I've been on the go-go-go since last week. I've helped my nephews finish up and register several 4-H projects. I'm trying to get prepared for a wedding later this week. Vacation bible school has come and gone, but Sunday school crafts remain to be finished for next week. My bedroom is more like gigantic mess room that needs dealt with. There are several projects at work I'm scrambling to catch up on. And did I mention that the ants came back today?

Thank goodness for summer sunsets and good books. A little rest is just what I need.

My "me" time this week is for reading this book just before bed. Well, if I don't fall asleep before cracking it open that is. Ahem.That might have happened two out of the three times this week.

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the kitchen attack

Whatever happened to lazy Sundays? That's what I want to know. My Sunday was anything but lazy. I woke up yesterday and trailed into the kitchen hoping to find something edible. Instead, I found a huge mess of little bitty ants who finally found the promised land on my kitchen counter. That is, if the promised land includes a sink full of dirty dishes.

So, I did what any other bug disliking person would do; I shrieked in horror & disgust. My first plan of action was to reference KA's kitchen crisis vlog. The ants don't like cinnamon, right? So I pulled out one of my three (yes, three) trusty bottles of cinnamon and started pouring.

Midway through this process I realized two things. 1. These ants did not mind cinnamon. They were happy little ants who were probably going to make little snickerdoodles for themselves later. And 2. In the second half of the vlog, KA found cinnamon loving maggots. Gross. Goodbye cinnamon.

My only other weapon at hand was a bottle of cleaner. Yes, it's orange scented but it's called Mean Green and name had to account for something.

So I doused them, wiped them up, and flushed them down the drain.

Which I had to keep doing until someone came & rescued me with a can of ant spray.

The kitchen now has a lovely orangey-cinnamony smell to it. That means I don't have to do any cleaning for the next few days, right?