No pictures because I have no idea where the cord to the camera is.
Yes, we lived through our first night in the roach shack.
When we got there we found some dead roaches, and one ginormous, I'm talking HUGE roach in the toilet. I freaked out a little bit. My heart rate was probably in the 200's so outwardly I was controlling myself, but inward I was having a heart attack. But I did not cry which was a miracle. Not even the kids would flush it and no one would pee. Luckily Papa put a new toilet in for us, already planned, the kids were still scared to use it.
My Friend came and got the kids so we could work, she's a saint. We were dirty and dripping sweat trying to get this thing livable. I found a roach in the washer too, yuck.
By 5:30 the kids all wanted me to take them to the parade and play and fireworks for the 24th of July. I didn't want to go. at. all. My back was hurting and I looked like I rolled out of a dumpster. But, Papa said go so we went.
I have nothing to say about the parade. We sat on the curb to watch. Kade bought us some cold water to share. Then we walked to the field to find a spot to watch the play. I ran into two people I knew, who knew. We finally found our friends and went to sit with them since I didn't come prepared, I didn't even have my purse. Kade spent the last of his money on a huge piece of apple pie and ice cream and ate the whole thing. While walking through the field we all stepped in dog diarrhea, not just dog poop, it was dog diarrhea. Avary didn't have shoes on, Hailey got it all over her socks, mine actually, I made her throw them away. We have to ask for wipes. I am usually very prepared, but all I had was my phone and keys. So through the whole play it smelled like dog poo. And my back just kept getting worse. The fireworks were pretty good, but Kade and Hazel always have a melt down after fireworks, so I wasn't looking forward to that.
It was all I could do to walk to the car, I couldn't carry Hazel and she tripped and hit her face on the sidewalk and the melt downs were on. We had to go to the store to get at least some milk and cereal, we didn't have anything. It was 11:30 by this time, pushing a cart with crying kids and a hurt back. Not fun.
We get to the house and I am scared to go in in the dark. I try to turn the lights on but they are turned off by the string so I am trying to reach the string and scared of roaches flying at me and can't even stand up straight by this time. Me climbing on the table to turn the light on wincing in pain must have been quite a sight. Any one who has had a back injury can appreciate how hard this is.
Hailey had to bring everything in and put it away while I tried to shower the kids because we all smell like dog poo remember. The girls are screaming through the whole shower because guess what? I didn't get the gas turned on because it was a weekend. Gas= hot water. It was horrible. And showering in ice water with a hurt back is not recommended. And you have to stay in the water because if you get out and then try to go back some how it is ten times colder. And shaving your legs is a lost cause. I hate cold water, I got that from my dad.
I got to bed around 2:30am after getting up at 5:00am that morning. I left two lights on and Hazel slept in my bed and refused to sleep by the wall. But we slept and didn't die of bugs so it was a success.
Until the next morning.
