Watch out for the Crazy Lady!

Oh, my. These hormones! I don't struggle with morning sickness or varicose veins but my hormones run amok during pregnancy. With O, I was so ready to deliver so that I could be a nice person again. : )

The blessing of pregnancy #4 is that I've come to the the place where I can (generally) recognize that the bizarre and ridiculous thoughts and urges I'm having are not at all rational, acceptable and must be fought. This is a huge change from the pregnancy with A where I decided that a certain piece of furniture was in the way and it would make PERFECT sense to just throw it out the window. ha!

Hormones must be the culprit of last night's reaction to waking up and finding the kids in our room . . . . I went to bed early (for us) and fell asleep around nine forty five and had already been awakened twice by this and that became indignant, angry and despair filled at waking the third time (in an hour and a half!). "What are you doing in here!?" I was wailing, pleading, crying and begging, "don't you know it is so rude to wake people up? It is so, so rude. Why? Why? Why won't you let me sleep?" (I was paranoid, too, apparently--my children were obviously on a mission to keep me up. : ) ). Yes. Not my best moment. Nor is it a great example of keeping hormones in check. Fortunately, T arrived on the scene and got everyone back in their proper places and I dove back under the covers.

This morning it all seems like a strange dream. And speaking of reality seeming like a strange dream. The other night, I was up late cleaning and T had gone to bed. As I straightened the drapes, I saw a HUGE spider in the folds of our curtains. She was kind of sketchy, so I googled "brown recluse" and saw a lot of nasty flesh wounds as well as a lot of spiders that looked just like the one in our drapes.

I am generally medium-tough on such matters, but this girl was weirding me out and I needed to know if she was what I thought she was, so I headed upstairs where Tuan had JUST fallen asleep. I know that is the worst time to wake someone (ahem) and gingerly approached him. Graciously, he came downstairs carrying a wife beater (?) and looked at the spider and the images of spiders and necrotizing wounds. It was not a brown recluse (!), but now we had to dispose of this beast and T refused to employ the dustpan relocation method. So, we hauled the vacuum out, sucked her up and he went back to bed.

The next morning, T wanted to know if that really happened. All he could remember was bringing the wife beater downstairs (we still don't know why), looking at spiders on the computer and doing something with the vacuum. We both thought that the wife beater thing was hilarious.

You know how people tell pointless stories and at the end you're all like, "what? why did they share this?" Yeah. I know.


Guitta said...

I just love ya'll!

Caroline said...

I love this post, and I love you!