I just did the most ridicules thing! I went into the baby's room to get something out of the wardrobe and when I opened the door, I was confronted with a very large spider sitting on the sleeve of one of the baby's sleep sacks that was hanging there. I am really bad with spiders - it's an awful phobia. Looking at it there I thought, if I leave it there and run - I'll lose it somewhere in the baby's room! I can't leave it in the baby's room! What do I do?? I looked around for my options and thought I just need to get it out the window somehow. I couldn't get close enough to grab the sleep sack to shake out the window - every time I moved the hanger the spider moved and it was too much for me to deal with. The spider could have fallen into the wardrobe and then I'd have to search for it. Worse - it could have fallen on me! I started to panic and then I saw the curtain rod against the wall. I stood far enough away so that if it fell it wouldn't fall on me, took the pole of the curtain rod and used it to pick up the hanger of the sleep sack and slowly guided it to the open window (all the while having a mini panic attack). I got it out the window, shook the rod and the spider just crawled up the sleep sack - it wasn't going anywhere. So, I did the only thing I could do - I dropped the spider (along with the sleep sack) out the third floor window into my back yard. I figured Wayne could get it for me and shake it out when he got home and I could wash the sleep sack, but at least the spider was out of the baby's room!
I feel ridicules. Who knows if any of my neighbors witnessed my act of panic. I must have looked like a nut dropping the baby cloths out the window with a pole! What kind of mother will I be if I can't even handle a spider in a rational way? My child won't have a shot in hell to not be afraid of spiders if he ever has to witness something like that! Maybe when it comes to my child, I'll be braver and be able to handle my phobia a bit better. I sure hope so!
My in-laws just left after a five day visit. I don't mind it being a five day visit, but then again, five days of your house not being your own is always a bit unsettling and although I don't look forward to their departure when they are here, I can't say I'm sad to have things go back to normal. As a treat for my son's birthday, we took him to the Museum of Natural History in London on Thursday. He chose to go because we took him last year (he's been crazy about dinosaurs since he was three years old). They give out adventure packs at the museum which consist of a back pack, safari hat, and binoculars with an adventure to follow during their visit. The back pack has clues in it to solve a mystery. Last year it had a dinosaur claw, a tooth and a sample of dinosaur skin he had to match up to one on display. He had a great time solving the mystery and even remembered which dinosaur it ended up being. Last year's trip was wonderful. We walked right in,
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