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Spider(s) bit my face multiple times. I have a huge swollen spot over my left eye & then two spots that travel up from that area. Several on my forehead & I'm pretty sure it travels into my scalp. what.the.heck.bit.me. And I really wanted to say hell because it's causing me a lot of frustration. I never realized how much I should have appreciated not having bites on my face & scalp. Who knew they would give me headaches & keep me up at night. I know sometimes I think I'm invincible but it only takes a family of spiders to bring me back down to my humble, inadequate state. I'm guessing it's spiders, it's more frustrating not knowing the culprit. I can't really see bite marks, but this is no mosquito, unless it is. It's just painful & then itchy. Normally it's just itchy. So WebMD says I'm dying, like it always does. I should have prayed harder & been more dedicated to my scripture study. I don't think I can afford to die now. Mr Smith will never be able to feed himself & Lexi is back to hating the bottle so guess what MAMA is not dying by insect poisoning. I'm just whining cause my life is like .5% uncomfortable (more like 50%). UGH I love my comfortable life. Where I can lay on my left side & snuggle with Lexi during her our morning nap and not feel pain or fear that I will get cortizone all over the place. She is THE CUTEST in the mornings. And I mean  >7AM. 

Last night, Mr Smith asked what happened to the lady that pushed out a baby. (remember when that bowling ball popped out of me!?) WELL I WAS MEDICATED & ON ADRENALINE. I was prepared for a baby NOT 10 billion insect bites.

Side note: can you believe this little thing was once inside me!?!?



This week we managed to clean the bathroom, including the toilet but omission of the tub. We vacuumed the master & nursery rooms. I finished a photo editing session. We went on an hour walk in a park. We went shopping (for groceries cause that's life) & a new toy for Lexi (cause that's also life). I feel that is all worth mentioning. I know, I'm so accomplished. I still need to extend a hand of fellowship to our neighbor (but I'm just petrified of knocking on her door & starting up a conversation) BUT I'll get there. For now I'll eat my Corn Pops (where have they been since I was 12) & work on my blog books that I have been neglecting because this mom stuff is time consuming (I'm on fb way too much). I think Mr Smith accomplished some things but this blog is biased. (he has been working on cleaning out the basement). ohemgee that's probably where the spiders came from...

And if you are not on instagram

(where I dramatized my bites with a picture, trying to encourage sympathy & an immediate cure.
I don't feel like it is dramatized of course, I just assume others feel that way.)

because don't we all want to be heavily media-ed
our world is not private, I'm sorry.


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