I'm So Sorry!

I feel like I must apologize briefly for the totally disgusting post that I put on here a couple of days ago-the roach post.  It was a bit therapeutic for me to write it, due to my ABSOLUTE AND UNIMAGINABLE FEAR AND PARALYZATION because of them.  Before we moved here we were actually warned about how big and unconquerable they are, and since we've been in Dallas I've been plagued by the nasty buggers (ha, ha, no pun intended...just trying to keep it clean here at fivewalkers); I think they have been spreading the word about how to have a little fun at the expense of this ridiculous human over at (insert our address here).

All of that is to say that the other night when Eliana cried and I opened our bedroom door where she sleeps in her bed at the foot of our bed, and saw those two roaches one on top of the other RIGHT IN BETWEEN ME AND MY GIRL I thought I was going to have a heart attack.  In other words, I thought I was going to die.  That is to say, I almost keeled over.  I had to call my husband at his office (he was working late that night) and have him come home.  He said,"Can't you get her out?"  I said,"ARE YOU CRAZY?"  He came home right away.  Speedy like Superman.  Minus the cape.  And the tights.

I'm still getting to my point.  The post right before this one that I'm writing is a perfectly normal one, a little peek into what our day looked like.  Anyone who checked the blog out for the first time and saw that, then thought,"Oh, how cute they (the kids) are...how fun!", and then continued to scroll down to read more and came to the gross-out post...oh, I just feel awful about that.  Not awful enough to remove it, mind you, but pretty bad that someone new might have had that experience.  I say this because all kinds of new people left a comment on the Math post.  It kind of cracked me up, because it seemed like such a mundane thing for me to write about. 

I obviously underestimated the power of the brownie, which is ironic since I myself am so seduced and enslaved by any chocolate dessert item under the sun, or beyond it for that matter.

So to all the folks who stopped by and read my nice little Math post and then were bombarded by the horrible story and images (actual and imagined) that followed, I send out my most sincere apologies.  My only excuse is that to write that little bit of twisted narrative helped me sleep that night, when I finally succumbed to the elusive state of dream weaving at 4 am.  On the couch.

Comments

[Mindee@ourfrontdoor]

Oh I loved the roach post. Anytime you people in the sunny places have a negative I want to hear about it. It makes my long desolate winters more bearable. In the middle of a blizzard after 2 weeks of -0 temps I can curl into the fetal position and rock back and forth mumbling, "At least I don't have roaches. At least I don't have roaches."

[Christina]

Glad to help out where I can and bring a little sunshine to you without the giant flipping bugs! :)

[Lemonade Makin' Mama]

I love your story! And your blog!!!

Tell your husband that I wholeheartedly agree with him about roaches and hell.

I'm so glad you commented and then I got to "meet" you!

Blessings,
Sasha