Six am this morning: (ok, maybe it
was later than that, but I will say 6, for dramatic effect)
I am in my warm bed savoring the last
few minutes of sleep before my boys and I set off on some amazing adventure.
And I hear…
“MOMMMMMMM!!!! COME QUICK!!!! THERE’S
Ugh. And here’s what I thought:
A bug? You are waking me up for a bug? Seriously? And
you…you’re an eight-year-old superhero…you cannot take care of a bug for your
mommy? Please? Plus you’re a boy…aren’t boys official bug smashers? Don’t you
understand I need my last few minutes of sleep so I can be less grouchy than
Ugh. And here’s what I said:
“ David, just smash it please. Or put
“It’s huge! It’s in the sink. Come
look at it mommy!”
I groan. Good-bye dreams. Good-bye
warmth of my bed. Good-bye precious rest. I must go on a quest to see a bug. A
bug, of all things.
And I limp to the bathroom…and lo and
A chill ran through my spine. My boy
wasn’t kidding! It was the biggest, nastiest, ugliest ROACH I have ever seen in
real life. And it was in the bathroom
Its head was under the top of the
drain…and its body was sticking out…
Usually bugs don’t bother me…but
roaches…GAG. I literally gagged.
“See mommy?” David stood there
watching my reaction. What would I do?
Impulsively, I turned on the water,
pushing the roach down the drain…I let the water run for about 30 seconds,
ensuring that he was down…far down the drain…into the sewer where he belonged.
Then I plugged the drain. You know, just in case.
But you know what…he looked sneaky
and suspicious and determined. I think he’s climbing up the drain as I type.
And I have a suspicious feeling he
will make another appearance.
The drain is still plugged…the door
is shut…the bathroom is officially “Out of Order.”