We have giant cranes that come through the back almost every day. They stand between 4 1/2 and 5 feet tall. They stick their long beaks into the ground to eat worms and bugs. They have a very loud distinctive cry. Izzy is totally fascinated by them. So when they came by this morning (we generally see them in the afternoon, so he was super excited) we went out to the pool area and watched them. Bryce loves to throw them crackers or bread crusts. I'm a tad intimidated by their long wicked very sharp looking beaks, so I prefer to stand inside the screened pool area. Izzy would be out chasing them down if he could.
Coming back into the house I noticed some black hairy legs hanging over the top of the patio door. I slid it all the way open, and giant (ok, moderately big) hairy spider popped over the top at me. Ever since I found a spider here in the Florida with the body the size of my cell phone (kid you not! It would have given Godzilla a run for his money) I have had to readjust my descriptive of a giant spider. I have a thing about spiders - there is no such thing as a good spider - they all deserve to be squashed flat, generally while I am screaming and squealing like a little girl. The damn hairy beast is in an area I can't reach a shoe, and I sure as hell don't want him jumping down on me while I try to whack him. So I'm not doing anything about him... Except keep checking on the door to be DAMN SURE he is on the outside, and doesn't find some fiendish way to get over onto my side. I know I will have spider nightmares tonight. I already have a major case of "willies".
Coming back into the house I noticed some black hairy legs hanging over the top of the patio door. I slid it all the way open, and giant (ok, moderately big) hairy spider popped over the top at me. Ever since I found a spider here in the Florida with the body the size of my cell phone (kid you not! It would have given Godzilla a run for his money) I have had to readjust my descriptive of a giant spider. I have a thing about spiders - there is no such thing as a good spider - they all deserve to be squashed flat, generally while I am screaming and squealing like a little girl. The damn hairy beast is in an area I can't reach a shoe, and I sure as hell don't want him jumping down on me while I try to whack him. So I'm not doing anything about him... Except keep checking on the door to be DAMN SURE he is on the outside, and doesn't find some fiendish way to get over onto my side. I know I will have spider nightmares tonight. I already have a major case of "willies".
I'm very beat down and tired this week. Rationally, I know that a large part of it is female issues, but that doesn't make it any easier. I've had some pretty messed up pipes the last several years, which made the conception of Izzy such a shock. For ten or eleven months after his birth I was regular as could be, but then the old "everything is messed up" crept back in, and I just had my 1st period in 3 months. That emotional roller coaster is a lot to take, never mind the shit your body puts you through. Palmer has been having some pretty severe allergic reactions to something - we don't know what yet - and because he is a man and doesn't do well with any form of illness or infirmary, he has been Crabby McCrabberson. Really? I don't want to be dealing with my own shit right now, I don't want to have to shoulder his too.
We are preparing to go on a little mini vacation. Five days at the beach. It should be fun, but the preparation is, of course, all on my shoulders. A family of six does not just up and leave. I have to plan 5 days worth of meals (we'll have a kitchenette, so we will be eating mostly at the resort), pack beach gear, pack groceries, pack clothes, get the dogs scheduled for boarding, AND still do my little part time work at home job, parent, clean, and all the zillion other things I do.
Frankly, I'm exhausted. And I just want to be left alone for a few hours.
(oh don't worry - I'm just having a poor me party - I'll be back to my Pollyanna self in a day or two. )
We are preparing to go on a little mini vacation. Five days at the beach. It should be fun, but the preparation is, of course, all on my shoulders. A family of six does not just up and leave. I have to plan 5 days worth of meals (we'll have a kitchenette, so we will be eating mostly at the resort), pack beach gear, pack groceries, pack clothes, get the dogs scheduled for boarding, AND still do my little part time work at home job, parent, clean, and all the zillion other things I do.
Frankly, I'm exhausted. And I just want to be left alone for a few hours.
(oh don't worry - I'm just having a poor me party - I'll be back to my Pollyanna self in a day or two. )
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