I often express how hard adulting is. You know when it’s the worst? When there’s a spider in your home and you’re crying inside looking for a grown up, only to realize…YOU ARE THE GROWN UP.
I stumbled upon an evil huge spider yesterday and had to kill it myself. I’m TERRIFIED of spiders and I wanted to scream and faint, wake up, then burn the house down. Since I didn’t want to give my children a complex, I shakily told my 2 year old that spiders really aren’t that scary, but they aren’t allowed to live in the house. And there’s only one way out. Muahaha
It’s dead. I was a grown up and killed it, and my 2 year old didn’t have to witness me have a panic attack like last time.
Definitely a win