Not an Official Product Review. More Me Fangirling.

I don't know if anyone noticed, but I stopped doing product reviews years ago. A couple of things happened at about the same time. 1. I took a promotion at my day job that made me extra super busier. 2. The company that I worked through for the reviews went ... in the VERY wrong direction after being acquired a few times. It is a shell of what it used to be and doing reviews through them is basically stupid at this point.

All of that is to say, nobody paid for the words I'm about to type. I just feel the need to say them.

ALL HAIL ZEVO!

Yeah, so ... the mother effin' gnats in the house. They have been a constant source of irritation for over a year. I think they originally came in with a houseplant. The source was addressed, but for the love of gummy bears, I couldn't get rid of them completely. No matter what room I was in, there was one lonely gnat making sure I knew it was there. For a while, there was an explosion of them in our half bathroom, which I managed to tame by cleaning every millimeter of that space with bleach and fury. But the one in every room? I COULD NOT WIN.

Watching TV. Gnat.

Working at my desk. Gnat. Usually right in front of my face as I tried to maintain my composure during a video call.

The bathroom. A gnat blipping around between the mirror and the light fixture.

In bed. A lonely little gnat would bzzzzzzz close enough to my face to make me slap at the air like a fish out of water.

So I spent $20 on the stupid Zevo thing thinking it couldn't possibly make the situation worse and ZOMG IT WORKED.

It plugs in and lights up blue. Inside it's basically fly paper. The theory is that it will attract the mother effin' flying things and they'll get stuck. Cool theory, but I fully expected it to be exactly that and nothing more. A theory. BUT IT WORKED. In 12 hours, it had wooed 8 stupid gnats and their dead carcasses were glued to the inside of the trap.

Yes, that sounds gross, but it's less gross than them flying around. And while 8 doesn't sound like that many, I haven't seen one on the loose since.

Therefore, I am declaring victory. Thanks, Zevo!

Water Kid

Not a Chance

I could very easily write about how both of my dear, sweet children have behaved like raging jerkfaces for the past few days but ... alas, this is not that type of blog.

So.

Ahem.

FOCUSING ON THE GOOD. Let's try that.

Even if it is a LOT more effort.

So, I mentioned that Mila magically started sleeping in her own bed just in time for school to start, all because she -wanted- to be awakened by an alarm clock. That has held so far. We're weeks into the whole situation and she is happily going to bed in her own room, albeit with a light on and music playing. It's all very confusing considering she wouldn't even try to sleep alone in the years prior, but let's take the little gifts when we get them.

There is, of course, a downside to this whole thing. Mila is determined to set her alarm for a time earlier than is necessary, which means -I- now get woken up by a blaring alarm down the hall a full 20 minutes before I need to be up. Because, sure, the kid who needs 5 minutes to get dressed and brush her teeth should DEFINITELY be up over an hour before it's time to hit the books.

Sure.

It's fine.

So I thought maybe I would try to talk Mila into either turning down the volume on her alarm, or maybe sliding that time just a bit later. She, of course, refused on both accounts because reasons. Specifically, she needs time to watch TV and pack a snack and blah, blah, blah.

I responded to the whole thing by saying, "But, Mila, you're making me wake up early, too!"

"Mom, you need to learn to just love mornings like I do," she replied.

There is ZERO chance that is ever happening.