Can Someone Please Tell Me How to Get the Universe Back on Your Side?

Let me start off by saying that I know I am extremely lucky.  Blessed even.  Good job, loving family, sturdy roof over my head.  And I also know that there are many not as fortunate and I in no way ever want my insignificant complaints to be construed that I am not grateful for my life.  Because I am grateful.  Extremely grateful. 

And let me follow that up by saying that I promise within the next few weeks to go out and do something fun (and follow up with a fun, happy blog post) so this blog doesn't turn into an outlet for my whining.

Now that the disclaimer is over with, I'm going to whine.  Complain.  Rant.

You see, I think the universe is mad at me.  Or it's having a good laugh at my expense.  Not sure which yet.

Maybe this story would best be told through pictures.

What's Jason up to?  A little spring cleaning?

Oh, perhaps this looks familiar.  Are you thinking that our fleas have come back?  Not quite.

Nope, not fleas this time.  We think we have bed bugs.  Or more specifically, couch bugs.  And my arm, that's one bite.  Remember a couple weeks back when I thought I was bit by a spider?  Well, pretty sure that wasn't the case.

So, I think you got the idea.  Since we've moved into this house, the universe has sent us fleas and now bed bugs.  Freaking awesome. 

Of course, we're not positive they're bed bugs.  But I've now been bit three times and Jason three times as well.  And today I found one little critter on the coffee table when I was dusting.  So we dismantled the living room.  Found a second little critter.  Comparing pictures from the internet, we're pretty darn sure they're bed bugs.  Our living room is now covered in diatomaceous earth.  It took care of our flea issue, and now we're just hoping it continues to do its magic. 

Just in case, we're researching other potential infestations.  Because honestly... what's next?  Rodents?  Termites?  Fire ants?  Bees?  I just hope it's something diatomaceous earth can tackle. 

Should we call a priest to come bless the house?  A hippie to bring in the good vibes?  Someone acquainted with Chinese culture to take care of the chi?

All I know is that I need to convince the universe that we need to be friends again, because I don't know how much more of this we can take.