You ever have one of those stories where you want to share but you know that people are going to think you are crazy. However, it is so funny that you just know other people will laugh.
For those who know me and my life, I ABSOLUTELY hate bugs. My least favorite are cockroaches. Even worse are flying cockroaches. Now, I can squash a spider, fly, bee, etc. without so much of a pause but killing a flying cockroach is horribly frightening for me.
Well, this morning (please note you will now need to sit down and have a potty break before continuing to read) I went into the bathroom to finish getting ready by drying my hair. I noticed a cockroach crawling on the window sill in the bathroom. I stopped and Grey says, "Mommy, what's wrong?" I just point to the bug.
Grey's first reaction is to call Robbie to come kill it. I explain to Grey that Robbie is at work and he cannot leave work to come kill a cockroach. So I ask Grey to get me a shoe and he brings it to me.
During this time, the cockroach is trying to crawl down the window sill edge, realizing that he will not be able to hold. So he crawls back up the window sill. Grey asks me to kill it again and I explain how I cannot kill a cockroach at the top of the window sill.
I also inform Grey that he should probably move away from the door because if the cockroach flies towards me, I am going to scream like a little girl and run. Grey says, "Okay."
I am now standing in the bathroom about 2 feet away from the door and sure enough, the cockroach flies right towards me. I scream and run and I hear Grey screaming. After I compose myself, I start laughing and Grey has started to cry because he is scared. He informs me that this is not funny. I let him know that I am not laughing at him yet I am laughing me because I screamed like a little girl.
I then go to get the spray that Robbie so graciously purchased for us. It makes them run for their lives. So Grey is on the other side of the bathroom and I'm standing away from the bathroom and cannot see the cockroach. The cockroach is now on the edge of the door frame entering the bathroom. Grey is beginning to tear up.
I tell him, "We can do this, Grey. Mommy is going to kill him." Grey holds out his hand and I walk swiftly towards him and see where the cockroach is. I then spray the cockroach and he flies away.
Needless to say, the cockroach has not been seen since but just in case, I fixed my hair in the living room without a mirror as well as Grey brushed his teeth in the kitchen this morning.
Afterwards, Grey said, "Mommy, you screamed like a girl." I said, "I am a girl and mommy does not like flying cockroaches."
Now that you are rolling with laughter....I hope you have a wonderful Friday :)
