seriosly jeanine made banana bread and that is what will motivate me to shower. banana bread.
our basement molded. uh, EW? jeanine’s room is worse than mine (poor boo) and the bathroom has green baseboard. we ran out of vinigar and i feel like things are crawling on me and spores are growing up my back. my hair smells like vinigar and everything seems discusting. thank god for the AC and the shopvac. it’s too late to clean anymore, but i’m totally awake. my bed has moved significantly and i will probly have a hard time falling asleep. i have a hard time falling asleep in hotels, on floors, couches, and when i move my bed; it put’s me on edge. i’ll just think of banana bread and morning black coffee. oh gosh, coffee.
i do love that banana bread!
AND FUCK! FUCK! i dreamt about mold. i dreamt we flipped my bed over, and i was attacked by blue spores, and i woke up sweating. i’m still cleaning. we’re on our second bottle of vinegar. my mattress is upright in the room. this is terrible. this is pandemic. i texted my mom last night, pleading for helpful momma hints. she told me i will know how to take care of these messes in the future. a day we learn is a good day.