Potters vs. the flies

So I wasn't kidding that I feel like my marriage is a comedy show.

Yesterday would have a wonderful prime episode.
Before I go on, I need to preface this by talking about my cleaning skills. This will make perfect sense in one minute, because if I don't preface this, you will think we are disgusting. I think I have OCD about cleanliness. I kid you not. I don't let people walk on our carpet with shoes on, I make my husband change the minute he gets home from work( I do this too) because I can't bear him putting "school germs" on our furniture (I am not kidding school germs are NASTY). After I pet my pups I wash myhands. The carpet and kitchen floor are cleaned multiple times a week. My counters get wiped a million times a day. Things are constantly disinfected everywhere in our house. Dishes are constantly washed, put away, I think you get the point. I just can't handle germs and mess. I am psycho? Absolutely. I hate germs. I know I know, the mommies reading this, laughing evily and are thinking I am going to have the RUDEST awakening someday when we have our Potter babies. I know I know.



So back to the comedy show. Yesterday as we were getting ready to begin our day, a fly was flying around. No biggie this happens. I sing "shoo fly don't bother me" and life goes on. Then, I wander into my freshly cleaned kitchen and I see, I KID YOU NOT like 12-15 (seriously, not kidding. Ask Shannon) flies flying around like its Disneyland, having a field day. The cleaniness girl in me starts to hyperventalate. The OCD wife is not having this. I can't HANDLE it (I know, drama, I know)What the f&*&!!!! I scream for my husband, who of course thinks I chopped myself in half or something like that. He rolls his eyes and proceeds to laugh at my ridiculousness, but sure enough, a battle between the POtters and the flies ensues. It was an intense battle but it ended sooner than we would have liked because we had to leave as we had a commitment to be at. You should have seen us. Both of us with fly swatters, attacking the air like looney people. It was hysterical.

Who the HECK knows how they got there. We don't leave doors or windows open and if we do, its a screen door that technically isn't open. It just makes me skeve thinking how nasty that is. We do live in the country(ish) and we have an acre of land. You are just bound to get something interesting. We scoured the house and didn't find a hole or anything suspicious that would warrant a fly convention. It was so frustrating. Anywho, today, more friends showed up and an intense battle was set. Again another hysterical sight, but we were ready. I felt so frustrated, grossed out and angry till I realized this was waaay too funny. I also realized its okay if things are a little dirty, if things aren't perfect, and you have nasty devil bugs are flying in the air. There are much worse things in life. Some people that I love and cherish are going through so much and here I am, having a conniption over flies. I am grateful for a great hubby whom I can laugh about this with and that these silly experiences make our marriage fun.. And yes, we won the battle today and yes, my house has been scoured clean. Again. Sorry its in me.