Sleepless nights come and go

This is going to be a long haul. Once again we spent our evening preparing the house for another exterminator visit. Husband says they have a 30 day guarantee that their services will, well, exterminate. given that they didn't really exterminate last time in as much as they scattered the bugs out of the walls and the woodwork, and WE exterminated them by catching them...their guarantee isn't working YET. They still have 3 more weeks to get these guys blasted. From everything I've read online, which is really the only place to find verifiable and useful information about them, they usually take months and even years to eradicate due to numerous factors. So good luck to them. They're coming tomorrow to tear up the carpets and blast underneath them. So we once again are packing all of our things into boxes and bags. What little we have left of our things that haven't been either thrown out or set aside for quarantine (one year in quarantine...blah). Its so weird living out of rubbermaid bins and garbage bags.

I struggled driving to work the past couple of mornings. I have always had a tendency to feel sleepy while driving even when I've been well rested, so these sleepless nights have made my driving stressful. I kept the heat off this morning and blared the radio the whole way in. Its hard to sleep well when you wake up at 3, 4, or 5 a.m. and realize that its bed bug hunting hour and they could be crawling in your bed or on you. I kept waking up and sitting up and throwing the covers back, meticulously checking for signs of bugs. Even though our clothes are sanitized and kept in bins sitting in pans of water, I still check and shake out my clothes before I get dressed. We've started doing all these quirky things lately that don't really seem silly anymore now that we've realized how complicated bed bugs are. We put germ-Ex on our feet before getting into bed in case we stepped across a bug or bug eggs. We taped saran wrap with duct tape over top of our ceiling heating vents in case bugs crawled in and fell back out on top of our bed at night. We use duct tape and vaseline to surround things like closet rods for the few clothes we have left hanging up. Actually I am thinking about just stuffing my work clothes into the bins with the rest of the clothes, since husband saw a bug crawling on his shirt the other morning as it hung in the closet. Who cares if I show up at work wrinkled. Co-workers already think I'm weird enough as it is, and know somethings up although I will never be able to tell them about this nightmare. We even wrapped our door frame with sticky tape to serve as a feeble barrier to contain them to the bedroom. We haven't actually found a bug outside of the bedroom YET but that doesn't mean that they haven't traveled out or won't try to in the future.

Well. Time to go check the bed one more time before crawling in. Not that it makes me feel any better at this point. Because I know they could very well just crawl out from some unseen hiding spot at some point during the night, anyway.