We read our book, talked about what we did today, gave Goodnight Kisses, said our prayers and told Jesus that we love him. Twice, due to the fact that there are two separate crucifixes hanging in his room. One receives a "Night night, Deedah," and then the other "I (love) You, Deedah!" I patiently waited out his squirming and wiggling, his demands that I sing quieter because "Shhh! Dadub Seeping!" and then that I "turn you up, mom" because he can't hear me, and our verrrry drawn out reading of Counting With Caillou.
As I watched him begin the process of fading into oblivion, I felt a little tickle on my chin. Naturally I figured it was a stray hair floating out of my disheveled 'do. That is, until I discovered the real cause of the tickle...out of the corner of my eye I saw it crawling down onto my sleeve. Why, yes. Yes, it was. A daddy long legs. CRAWLING ACROSS MY FACE.
Pleasant dreams.
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Did you wake Christopher up by FREAKING OUT? Because I would have.
Ew. I KNOW. Quite surprisingly, I kept my cool while I squashed that little guy to smithereens on the arm of my t-shirt. Then I folded a little cuff up and did my best to continue getting Christopher to sleep without hyperventilating with the knowledge that there was only one layer of fabric between my face and that dead spider. The worse part? While in the midst of my acrobatic act of attempting to remove myself from his bed (I should set up the webcam for you all to see. You'd be laughing for years) the dead spider fell out of my little sleeve cuff and onto his bed, never to be seen again. SHUDDER.
AHHHHH NOOOOOOOO!
That's gross. I really don't like to think of bugs of any kind being in my bed. One time, back in Michigan, I found an earwig in my bed. EWWWWW.
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