I am just not handling this well at all. I am overwhelmed by the work and the holidays and trying to maintain some sense of normalcy for my family. It feels like a heavy weight has been dropped on our house, and everyone's moods are impacted.
Kid is crying because a trip through the dryer ruined the fur on his favorite stuffed animals. Husband, while in theory is being supportive, is not super helpful or cooperative. I feel like I can't keep up with the laundry, the checking the beds, the keeping my clothes segregated from the rest of the house, the cleaning, the checking kids backpacks. Even getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night has become an ordeal. Add to that the holiday prep and the basic every day obligations of life, and I am drowning.
My son got dressed this morning, got upset about something and ran into his bed. I've had the PCO check that bed twice, and he has found no signs but said there are a lot of screw holes so he can't bet his life on it. But he has a lot of experience and saw no signs. Still, I freaked out.
I feel things crawling on me all day long. I know this is all in my head, but it is making me insane.
I'm trying to prioritize. We have decluttered our room, which was what the PCO told us to do. He did not tell us to empty our dressers and closets, but I feel I need to check those. They were due for a good clean out anyway.
Our old vacuum lives in our room and will only be used there until this is over. The new vacuum arrived yesterday so I can finally vacuum the rest of the house. Packages arrive daily for Christmas and I haven't unwrapped anything, but stacked them in our living room which is supposed to be clean.
I am freaked out by my sofa, but again, PCO didn't find any signs. But I worry that one stray made it's way down there and is waiting to start a new colony.
Then, David Cain, who has been so helpful, told me to check my car and stop sitting on public transport because the worst of the BBs were at the foot of my box spring. So now I'm panicked about the car, which I hadn't been before. I tend to think the location was due to where my husband keeps his luggage after business travel (luggage we threw out).
It's been one week. I had what I think are new bites the day we were treated, which was one day before the encasements went on the bed. The PCO came yesterday (because I was afraid I found faecal spots on son's sheets. PCO thought they were inconclusive). He checked son's room and my room again, and only found some casings, which he thought could have fallen off when we put the encasements on.
Logically, I feel like we have this contained and under control. But my heart and stomach ache right now. How do you all cope?