November 23

Today I took the boys out to return something at the toy store that they had gotten. Let me tell you, an afternoon with them is an adventure... To say the least. After dropping by the credit union to cash one of my babysitting checks, we were headed down Lakeshore when I heard from Andrew in the back seat, "SARAH! THERE'S A SPIDER RIGHT ABOVE YOUR HEAD!!" One thousand one. "OHHHH MY GOSH. KILL IT!!" I scream, lowering my head towards the steering wheel to increase the distance between the creature and my hair thinking: Ohhh my goodness gracious. What if it drops?? What if it's poisonous? What if it bites me? What if it eats my FACE?! One thousand two. Panicking, trying to keep my eyes on the road. "I AM SERIOUS RIGHT NOW, GRIFFIN. IF YOU DON'T KILL IT RIGHT THIS INSTANT..." I'm going to DIE. One thousand three. I could feel my pulse rising as I broke out into a cold sweat. This was such an intense moment. I tried to put all ideas of the spider dropping into my hair or into the back of my sweater out of my racing mind. Helpless, I could only yell at the boys to kill it before it had the chance to make its move... "Sarah! What am I supposed to kill it with?" Griffin asked... As if I cared if he used his shoe or the water bottle in the console. "GRIFFIN. JUST. KILL IT." Oh, there's a reason that's all in uppercase. It's because I was yelling... ok, screaming at the top of my lungs for them to do something. (Would have loved to have seen the people's faces in the car next to us.) One thousand four. Red light. Thank the Lord. Okay breathe, Sarah. Breathe. "Griffin! KILL IT." This is when I discovered something... It turns out that as macho as my little men want to appear, they were just as scared as I was... Ok, no- they weren't that scared but they sure weren't volunteering to take a stab at it. Griffin finally picked up the water bottle and took a couple of stabs at the nasty eight legged creature... Then it happened. To my horror, the inevitable happened. It dropped onto my seat.


-Sj*