Here's What I'm Doing on Matilda's First Full Day at School:

Two weeks ago my neighbor asked if we were having a flea problem with our cats. I told her no. We've had fleas before, I was sure I'd notice. She said that her house had gotten so bad that her two cats (who never go outside) wouldn't even set foot on the carpeting anymore.

Since then I've been paranoid, alternately thinking that there are fleas everywhere and then convincing myself it's all in my head. But today I decided to put my mind at ease and combed one of our cats. Yup, she sure does have fleas. So rather than let it get to the point where we're all being driven insane by little jumping bugs, I'm going commando on the little suckers.

And since I'm me, this means not only covering everything in borax and vacuuming and laundering until my head explodes, but also ripping out the wall-to-wall carpet in our bedroom - the last carpet to go. We'll be living on sub-flooring for a while, but it'll be worth in the long run, especially since carpets are terrible for my allergies anyway.

This is being written on a five minute break, see ya'll on the other side - and wish me luck!