I am so tired of being the person in the house who is called to handle spiders/bugs. It is insane that I should have to get up in the middle of the night to the screams of a child awoken by a spider. Or, I am called during the day to come here or there due to a centipede or spider!
The other day, I’d had had just enough of playing the man of the house. I’d cleaned the pool, emptied the polaris… it was e-nuff. Add taking out the trash and doing the laundry all day…. hells no!
Anyhow, hubby and I were both in the kitchen when I heard my daughter scream from upstairs that she saw a huge spider.
Me: (ugh, spider shout) You have a father!
Hubby: Nope; I’m not doing it.
Kid: CAN SOMEONE COME AND GET IT?!!! IT’S CRAWLING!
Me: (dying inside) Hubby, get the spider.
Hubby: Hells no! You know I don’t get them.
Kid: CAN’T YOU GET IT MOMMMMMM!!!!
Me: (death eyes to hubby) get the spider for your daughter.
Hubby: (proceeds to get up and leave) I don’t do spiders.
Me: Well then, neither do I!
…Meanwhile, I was up all night trying to secretly find the spider while praying hubby choked in its web.