I am sorry to admit that I am a bug killer. I hate admitting this, especially to my mother-in-law who is so kind to all living creatures. And I know that I should have compassion and just pick them up and move them outside to roam free but my fear gets the better of me and I have to take immediate action. Monday, as I was putting Emma down for her nap, I saw a HUGE bug on the recliner chair in her room. Not wanting it to get near Emma I quickly grabbed a shoe and slammed the shoe down on top of the creature. Now obviously I wasn't thinking clearly or I would have remembered that good ole' Newton teaches, "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." And that reaction being that if you throw something down on something padded, it bownces! So as the shoe and cricket came flying towards me I screamed and I mean SCREAMED (like a little girl, as Mark would say). And then Emma screamed. And then I laughed. And then Emma didn't know what to do. Needless to say, the cricket passed and all is right again.
I went to WINCO 3 times:
You know, since Emma was born I have not been able to accomplish my usual daily tasks and therefore I have been defining my days as unproductive. But from now on I am going to try my darndest to take note of what has been done and remember to recognize the product of my labors no matter how insignificant they may seem at the time.