I hate spiders

I hate spiders!  I especially hate spiders that crawl up the inside of my car windshield.......while I'm driving or while I'm in the car at all!  I had to drive to the airport yesterday to pick up the husband.  I got there a little early, so I sat in my car and decided to read on my kindle while waiting.  Out of the corner of my eye I see movement, a shadow.  I didn't really think anything of it, figured it was the traffic outside.  After about 5 minutes I looked up and there it was.....a spider, a big brown spider, maybe a wolf spider, I don't know...it was a spider......on the INSIDE of my windshield right in front me and crawling towards the top of the window.

After searching my car, while keeping one eye on the spider I realized I had no standard spider killing utensils.  As the panic began to intesify....did I mention it was a big spider........I finally found a small notepad.  Thankfully, yet not really, the spider moved down the window a bit and was in the perfect position for my death trap.  After lining up my shot, I squashed it!  But now I had another problem, what on earth was I going to do with it?  As the calm started to overtake me, I realized I had one lone kleenex in my purse.   So, Bev -1, Spider - 0.

I'm just thankful it didn't decide to come out of hiding as I was driving down the highway on my way to airport.  It wasn't the ideal driving conditions to begin with, what with the hail, terrential downpour and strong wind gusts. Okay, so that was only for about a 5 minute stretch, but still!   I had another spider incident a couple of years ago.  Only that time it did occur while I was driving down the interstate and it was one of the jumping spiders!!  Needless to say, I pulled over for that one.  That one unfortunately disappeared into the plastic of the car somewhere and I had to continue driving knowing it was there....somewhere.   Get the shivers just thinking about it!

I HATE SPIDERS!!!

It must be Sunday....I need a nap

What is it about Sunday afternoons that make us want to take a nap?   It seems like without fail by 1 o'clock in the afternoon everyone in my family is asleep somewhere in the house....with the exception of my 13 year old son.  He apparently has boundless energy.

We don't get tired on Saturday, but always on Sunday.  Saturday we relax, have some family time or game time or yardwork....or for me laundry, but we never really get sleepy.  But Sunday, it's like we just ate a huge turkey dinner and it's put us to sleep.  Or in my case makes me really tired, but I fight it the whole time and then end up with a migraine!  Well, not today.  Yes, I'm tired, but this time I'm going to actually listen to my body and take a nap!  It's a beautiful day outside, so I'm going to go soak up some rays and re-energize.......at least that is what I am telling myself.

So, ask yourself, why do we get tired on Sundays?  We must just not want the new week to start and are just trying to get as much "last-minute" rest in as possible before hitting the daily grind again.   Go grab a pillow and take a nap....your body will thank you.

Part 2:

Okay, so I went outside with all the intention of napping in the sun, but it's never that simple is it?  No, first I had to clean the pool that was full of leaves and a rat that decided it wanted to learn how to swim(it didn't succeed).  And since I hadn't been on the pool deck really since October I had to clean everything off before I could even sit on it.  There was about an inch of dirt over everything from all the Haboobs(that's a story for another day, but it's basically a HUGE duststorm).  But before I could clean everything off I had to go on a wild goose hunt for the spray nozzle. An hour later I had found it, cleaned off the deck and the chairs, cleaned the pool and got some water going on the orange tree.  Then I could layout the towels on the chair and relax.....it was short and I didn't really nap, but it was peaceful.  At least now I can make it until it's time for bed.

I don't want to be the mom/teacher!

I think I say that once a month or more.  Homeschooling a strong-willed teenage boy can be frustrating.  Not only is he right about everything, he knows it all too.  Was I ever like that?  No, I was a perfect angel and politely obeyed my parents at all times......................um, yeah like that's the truth.

Remember when you were a kid and said things like: "I'm never going to say 'because I said so' to my kids!" or "I'll never been mean to my kids" or "I'll never act like that when I'm an adult" or "I can't wait to have kids of my own"??????  Oh, to be young and foolish again.  To think we had all the knowledge we would ever need, and that our parents were squares.  Thinking why on earth do I need to learn Algebra or how to diagram a sentence(well, I still wonder that one! LOL)  That all this "stuff", this "time-wasting stuff" was nonsense and unnecessary.  I mean what did it have to do with life anyway?  I was never going to need it.

They've always said youth is wasted on the young and they are so right, but you don't realize it until your older.  If only I could go back and tell myself then what I know now.   So how do you get that across to the kids today?! They really are no different than when we were young.  Sure, probably more spoiled and soft, but the attitude is the same.  So how do you get through to them??  All you can do is your best and sometimes THAT doesn't even seem like enough.

Which brings me to today, a day where I just have to buckle down and be the tough guy.  I am called to be their parent first, then their friend.....not the other way around.  I have to be okay with my child not liking me at that particular moment, knowing that this too shall pass.  That this one moment in time is just that a moment....and a passing one at that.  Doesn't make it easy......I don't think I've ever heard anyone say being a parent is easy and if they did, I would question their parenting skills or if they've ever been a parent.  As parents we are entrusted to make the hard decisions, the tough calls.....and it's not always fun.

So........I DON'T WANT TO BE THE MOM/TEACHER......too bad, I have to be.  Why? Because I said so!!