Argh!!!

My table is loaded down again.  This time, though, most of it is a pair of twin-sized comforters that need folded and put up on the shelves in the master bedroom (I'd call it the suite, but that's being pretentious: is it a suite if the master bedroom has a bathroom but no working closet?). 

When I sprayed for fleas in the kids' rooms, I forgot to spray their stuffed animals (most of which can't go through the laundry).  So they're still infesting the kids' rooms.

When we flea sprayed the living room, I missed that there were several random pieces of fabric and paper on the floor, and didn't get behind my chair in the living room.  So there are still fleas in the living room, too.

The master bedroom doesn't even bear considering, considering the mess it's in.  It's always the lowest on my priorities list for cleaning, since it's off limits to all.

The utility room also is infested, because that's where I've put the flea ridden clothing, and where the cats (the source of the majority of the problem) sleep.

Honestly, I wondered, at first, where all the fleas came from.  But, when prompted, I remembered that we do have mice.  Cricket proved that about a month ago by playing one to death on the end of the couch.

The fleas aren't the only problem.  And I'm just about ready to call an exterminator, board the cats, take the kids and the spouse, and go stay in a fucking hotel for a few days.  We get a lull in the waves of roaches, and I think our efforts to get rid of them are working and feel a little hope...then BAM.  There's another wave of nasty.  I've got one more idea to try, and if that doesn't work...time for the poison, then the thorough housecleaning with every damn thing cleaned.  Twice.  And long-term food not stored in sealed containers will need thrown out, after that.  Because I don't know what would and wouldn't be infested to the point that it doesn't make sense to try to save it by removing it from the house.

There's so much mounting up that I feel beyond overwhelmed.  I'm still fighting the incursions from the nasty neighbors from going on two years ago, but I feel like I'm losing.  Badly.

Lucy needs to stop moving the fucking football.