At least today it is.
Early this morning I was woke by a loud cricket noise, and by early I mean 5:30 am and by loud I mean echoing off the walls. I spent probably 20 minutes looking for that damn cricket, I found a tiny black dot in the corner and whacked it with a shoe and climbed back into bed. Whew, killed that cricket now I can sleep. Moments go by and I hear it AGAIN. I sit up and go to step out of bed and almost step on this:
The biggest meatiest cricket thing, EVER. I screamed so loud that I woke the entire house up (our house is three stories so that isnt an easy task). Luckily Ethan saved the day and killed it for me, but of course there was no going back to sleep. So we watched Spiderman until I was time to get ready for school.
I assumed that getting ready for school would go smoothly, as it had every other day. Until breakfast when Jayde was carrying her toast to the table and it flew out of her hand. Naturally that caused instant screaming and she refused to eat anything. Ill spare you all the details but she spent over 45 minutes SCREAMING over that piece of toast. She actually cried all the way until she got out of the car for school. Id assume she was over tired because of getting up hours earlier than she should. Stupid cricket thing.
When I got home I was excited to enjoy a quiet moment for my self. I sit down at my desk with my coffee and open up my email. There was another email from Jayde’s teacher (Chandlers old teacher). BAM, there goes my relaxing. Basically it turns out that Jayde has went from the quiet and shy little girl to the class loud mouth. Apparently she is seriously disturbing the class non stop. Great. So I punish her and take away everything, wait no that doesnt work. Ever. Which reminds me I was just like that when I was little (not the loud mouth but the one who would get in trouble and have things taken away and still be just as happy). My mom always told me that it drove her nuts that I was super hard to punish when I was little.
Thats when a Maroon 5 song came on Pandora and I lost it. Today is the first anniversary of my Moms passing. Crap. Im a ball of tears, and stress today. To top it off John is gone till Sunday.
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Christine Ferguson
September 7, 2012 at 12:09 pm (UTC -4) Link to this comment
There was a huge cricket like that in my bathtub recently. I flushed it down the drain and felt inexplicably guilty all day. The next morning there was ANOTHER cricket in the bathroom. I was convinced it was the first cricket giving me a second chance to spare his life, so I mustered all the courage I had to trap him between a Gladware container and the floor. I couldn’t get the lid of the container underneath it to pick him up, so I just left him in the floor and asked my husband to get rid of him for me as I was leaving for work. Except he didn’t and the cricket was still there when I got home. My husband said it was “my” cricket, so I had to get rid of him, so I managed to get a piece of paper under the container and took his cricket ass outside and set him free.
I still haven’t figured out why I felt the need to go through that or why I felt the need to tell you about it just now. :/