Not Exactly What I Planned

On Friday I was to be alone at home for 24 hours, so I planned to work on my son's room. It's a room that my 10-year-old considers her personal Island of Misfit Toys. When she cleans her room and the closet floor is already covered, she dumps her currently unused items in the doorway of his room. Cleaning out his room - that was the plan.

I arrived home at 2:30 p.m. ready to tackle the job. Then I saw them. Ants! Covering every kitchen counter, inside several cabinets and the dishwasher. Ugh! I spent 30 minutes trying to find their trail and what they were after. The prime suspect was a bottle of pancake syrup, in which they somehow crawled into the lid. I sprayed, scrubbed and cleaned. 

When I got to the sink, I decided I needed to replace the washers on the dripping faucet, which I had put off for quite a while. Turning off the water started a leak under the cabinet. Repairs came the next day when my Dad cut the pipe and replaced the valve. (He hates plumbing, but knows what to do. Yay Daddy!) By Sunday I was really tired of finding ants. I sprayed, scrubbed and cleaned again. Now I've set out ant bait. I do hope this is over.

Proverbs 6:6-8 Go to the ant, you sluggard! Consider her ways and be wise, which, having no captain, overseer or ruler, provides her supplies in the summer, and gathers her food in the harvest.

Perhaps next weekend, I can really be like an ant, instead of fighting them.