During the last week I've come to know the expression "when it rains it pours".
It seems like everything I own has either malfunctioned, broke, gone missing, or developed a very expensive condition.
I ran out of make-up.
My blow-dyer of 4 years died.
My mascara has gone missing.
My yoga pants got a hole in the crotch.
My only pair of jeans got a hole in the leg.
My 1 of only 2 bras has gone permanently missing.
My leather gloves that save my fingers from freezing handle bars got a giant hole in the lining.
But worst of all...
My little pumpkin got FLEAS!
I can barely even bring myself to say it, I feel so ashamed that my sweet snuggley puppy could have something so grotesque. I noticed them as I was rubbing her belly this morning. 3 or so tiny black dots running around her soft orange stomach, and I freaked. I raced to the store to buy her flea shampoo, bathed her, and still saw one running around her belly. So I went to petco and bought the best, (and it wouldn't be the best without being the most expensive, of course) Frontline Plus.
Apparently I'm over-reacting, I just have never seen a flea in my entire life, and the whole idea FREAKS me out. Not to mention I feel like a horrible mother to my itchy little girl who has not stopped crying. The medicine I have her on protects against heartworm and breaks the flea cycle by sterilizing any fleas that land on her. The dogs at home have been on it for years and no fleas so I figured I was safe. I was wrong. So the rugs have been washed, the medicine applied, and I have become a crazy worrisome mom! Yes, when it rains it pours.
