Getting Well Soon

My animals don't like me much these days. Grim has an infection, so I'm changing out his tank water and trying to get him to eat. He doesn't care for most things though. I can't blame him, his right eye looks like hell.
For some reason the flea bombing failed more than usual. Right after we got back we were still finding fleas in the carpet. I'm hoping those are just chance hatchers. I'm trying to crack down on them, I gave Trolly and Norman their first bath a few days ago. They hated it, it was the most pitiful thing you could imagine. Trolly was too small to get out of the tub, so she just stood in the water sudds up and shaking with this expresion that said 'Dear god, why are you doing this to me?!" Norman is big enough to jump out once he gets his front claws latched on the edge, so I had to push his feet back when he started scratching up the side. He's a little more simple, it was more of 'Okay, I want to get out... Okay, I want to get out... Okay, I" over and over again. I felt terrible but then I saw little flea specks drifting off of them and going down the drain. At least it largely worked. I've been monkey-grooming them for fleas every day since. They don't like being held down or the flea comb. Trolly is now terrified of me picking her up. I think Norman's too dumb to remember anything past 30 seconds, so at least he still loves me.

Bascially, I'm a terrible pet owner in general at the momment.