See, the thing is that I have fruit flies. Disgusting. I'm not going to tell you how many--because it's gross--but I will tell you there are more than five living with me. Not okay. So after my workout last night I was just going to rinse off and go to bed when I snapped. I decided the only way to get rid of my flies is to freak out and just start compulsively cleaning my kitchen. I scrubbed antibacterial solution everywhere for a good two hours. My kitchen isn't big. Started with the countertops, then went to the crevice behind the sink...only to end with actually pulling my stove apart to clean under the coils and get all the grease out. To reiterate. Whackadoodle. Effing flies.
I finally collapsed around 11 o'clock. Which is not Heidi bedtime. Heidi bedtime is usually ten. The good news? My kitchen is basically clean, pending my stopping by Target to buy some oven degreaser. Because yes, I believe that flies can hide in my oven so that needs to be cleaned, too.
The good news is that before I completely lost my mind I did get in a good dinner.
Salad with green peppers, onion, sprouts and cucumbers with a honey mustard vinaigrette. Served with cucumber water.
You'll notice my fruit basket centerpeice is empty. It's because the flies. They're ruining my life. They also ruined my wine, which I'm not happy about. About mid-way through my nightly glass of red wine (for the heart) I noticed that bugs wanted wine, too. That probably only fueled the cleaning freak out later. Because no one deprives me from drinking wine and gets away with it.
While I was enjoying the salad, Sheldog took a napski under the table.
So before cleanathon of the year, I did manage to sneak in 20 minutes of pilates with the one and only Denise Austin. Quick workout, but I needed the stretch.
- How on earth do you get rid of fruit flies?
- Are you a clean freak? Or are you a little more laid back?
- What's your bedtime?