oh great…another phase April 20 2007
It seems that spring is here. HURRAY for +20C. We like that.
I washed and hung all the bedding on the line yesterday it was SO nice to go to bed in such fresh smelling sheets and duvet covers lastnight.
For the entire 1.5 hrs I got to enjoy it that is.
Then Noah came in, and couldn’t settle down in our bed. So Chris took him back to his bed, where he whimpered and pouted and refused to lay down. I could hear Chris beginning to lose patience with him so I went in and sent him to bed (I make that sound so saintly and selfless when in reality and I stormed in there and shot him a look and hissed at him “speaking to him through clenched teeth is NOT going to help. MORON. Get out!” ahem).
I crawled in beside him ( under his fresh smelling sheets and duvet cover) and he immediately curled into me, SOBBING.
He was crying about all the bugs outside and how terrifying they are. Houseflies! Bees! SPIDERS! AHH!
I let him know that there weren’t any of those things in our house and certainly not in his room and he would be safe.
He quieted and we dozed. Hours or minutes or seconds later he was whimpering again, asking me if I would smash all the bugs I see outside with him. Yes…of course I will.
Will you keep me safe from the houseflies too?
Of course I will, but houseflies don’t hurt us.
What if they come and take my blood? (clearly kids at school are talking about bugs)
Well houseflies don’t like blood, they like garbage and stinky stuff, you aren’t stinky enough for a housefly.
But, how do they get your blood? HOW DO THEY GET YOUR BLOOD OUT OF YOUR BODY?
And then he curled into me again and we went back to sleep.
then he punched me…and kicked me…and nudged me…and punched me and snuggled right into me.
And we slept in a single bed.
At 8am he woke up, looked over at me and said
“What are you still doing here?”
“What are you still doing here?”
Bwahahaha!!!
He’s a man child, he doesn’t want to wake up with his MOTHER in his bed.
Oh no. The “bug thing”. Yes, that hit our house too. There we were, living in the country finally and the kid wouldn’t go outside because of bugs.
It goes away.
So I’m told.
I don’t blame him…bugs are gross man
yikes…I hate bugs…maybe he’s MY son!