You all know about our recent invasion -- okay, I wouldn't really call it a full-on invasion, but we had bed bugs and Jack got bitten. Ladies, here's something to keep in mind: Those little bloodsuckers tend to go for warmer bodies (aka your spouse), and they also don't like hair, so rethink that Brazilian and encourage your man to get his back waxed. You're welcome.
Anyway, the fight is over and I'd like to think we were victorious. After over a month of living out of trash bags -- and wearing about one-eighth of my wardrobe because I couldn't find the rest -- we have finally unpacked and reclaimed our space. I've gotta say, nothing makes you appreciate what little space you have more than having it taken over by bags and bags of all your crap.
The majority of the bags took up our bathroom, which forced us to join a gym just so we could shower every day. Yeah, that's fun. Shelling out hundreds each month just to get in a 10-minute shower. Nothing kills your dignity or drains your wallet faster. A week or so ago, we began migrating our life's belongings back into the living room/bedroom/dining room just so we could maintain our hygiene. So picture this: The only surfaces we were really able to get to were our tiny kitchen (and, let's be honest, what New Yorker really uses that?) and our bathroom. It's a problem when it's a fight to get to the AC in the corner on a 100-degree day.
Which brings me back to my point: Jack and I are so much happier now. We came through the War of the Bugs (sounds like a horror movie) even stronger and can now enjoy our place just long enough until we move out and face the bed bug dangers at another apartment.
When you had bed bugs and got rid of them, did you feel such a sense of accomplishment? Like you had conquered this huge obstacle with your spouse? I mean, not gonna lie, but we're pretty darn proud of ourselves....
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