I have tried, lord knows I've tried, to keep my baby healthy so he can live a long life. I've fed him organic food, watched his weight, bathed him, given him way too much attention, and even taken him running with me for distances of 3 to 4 miles. We start slow.
But
I have turned my baby into a statistic. He has gotten fleas.
I imagine it happened from running at the fair grounds. The grounds cover a lot of acres and I can easily run two miles around the perimeter which is good for me. Counting laps tires me out - I find myself constantly keeping track of things and saying 1 lap down 10 more to go. Mentally, v. exhausting for me. And my mental exhaustion has given my baby fleas.
And cost my wallet around $100. He's needed oral medication, shampoo, sprays, and stuff for the house. Although, the fumigation stuff - Fogger - promises to also kill spiders, cockroaches, ticks, termites and any other pests we might have lurking, waiting for me to fall asleep before sticking their fangs into me and passing on their bug cooties. Yes. I just said cooties. Get over it.
That $100 would've been a nice little amount for me to have had on my trip to Key West too.
But, mother's have to take care of their babies, no matter what kind of Tom Cruise-ian behavior they exhibit.
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