Oh my gosh, I have the most ridiculous life sometimes. I posted a couple of months ago about how we were inspired to declutter after a pants-less woman broke into our house and stole a pair of dirty socks that were on the living room floor. So, the first floor has been not too bad since then. We always pick up before bed in case of unexpected middle of the night visitors.
Anyway, I'm 41 weeks pregnant right now and just waiting for this LO to arrive, and our cat got fleas last week. And she has always been our only pet and has never had fleas in the 8 years we had her; we didn't even realize it until the infestation was REALLY out of control. And she had spread them all over the house. Especially since she likes to sleep on the piles of clothes that are all over the upstairs.
So we got her treated and then because we are not about to fog bomb our house with a newborn arriving ANY DAY now, we've been vacuuming and scrubbing like crazy, which is sort of the nontoxic way to control fleas. And of course, DH has been forced to finally declutter his clothing piles. He got a bunch of flea bites, so he is particularly vigilant about cleaning up now.
Our home is the cleanest it has ever been. I guess the Universe is pretty good about sending us messages when we need them.