The other day I heard the word I detest most hearing within the 4 walls of my house. Roach! Seems my kids left out a few minor details. When I arrived on the scene, I quickly accessed the situation. Sucker was big. Heebie jeebie! He was crawling high up on the wall. Gah…why me…why???? I armed myself with 2 shoes. One for throwing to knock him off the wall and the other for, well, smashing him. It would have worked perfectly too, if it weren’t for one little thing. His wings. As soon as I threw the shoe, he flew off the wall. He had me in his crosshairs and was headed straight for me. All I could think was, he’s going to land in my hair! After dying a thousand deaths, I rallied quickly and trampled my three old, as I ran screaming my way out of the room. Listen, it makes no difference to me if I grew you from scratch for 9 months. I relished every kick you made inside of me. I will kiss every boo boo from now until forever. I love you all numbers my sweet baby girl. But, when a roach sprouts wings, it’s every toddler for themselves!
There is one winged creature I never tired of seeing. The Monarch. After our first Monarch release, we planted a ton of milkweed. We have momma Monarchs here just about everyday looking to lay their eggs. A lot of the caterpillars don’t make it, but this one did. We had fun letting him crawl up and down our arms yesterday. After about 2 hours, he finally took flight. No toddler throw down needed.
Tracey
July 18, 2014 at 10:48 amThat was the best comic relief. I needed that! xoxo
krisha
July 18, 2014 at 11:23 am🙂