Milestone
4:22 PM
I hit a new milestone this morning. I think I reached the "Diva" level of being a princess. Now, don't get me wrong, I value being a princess and I know that all girls are princesses. I know I deserve to be treated as such. Bryan taught me well. However, maybe there should be limits?
Lemme 'splain.
As I put on my dress this morning, getting ready for church, Wonderman was still reclining half-asleep in bed (he doesn't require nearly as much time to get pretty as I do. Must be something about being a princess). Anyways, I pulled my dress down over my head and felt something tickle my leg. At first I assumed it was simply the tie that hangs down, but it continued too far down my leg to be that. Then I saw the roach that had apparently been spending quality time IN my dress skuttle down my ankle and across the floor. Of course I yelped. And then stood there, expectantly. I told Wonderman what happened and then pointed, waiting for him to get up and kill the damn bug. He performed expertly, jumping out of bed, grabbing one of my shoes, and killing the damn bug. It wasn't until later that I realized how selfish that was. I am most capable of killing damn bugs. I've done it my whole life. I'm not usually super squeamish in relation to crawling things. However, the roaches really get to me. And it was IN my dress. And I'm pregnant (I"m not sure how that relates, but it seems like it works as a good excuse to get what I want in MANY situations. Don't judge me for taking advantage of that). Still, I think today the standing and pointing put me on either toddler or diva level. I prefer diva.
Lemme 'splain.
As I put on my dress this morning, getting ready for church, Wonderman was still reclining half-asleep in bed (he doesn't require nearly as much time to get pretty as I do. Must be something about being a princess). Anyways, I pulled my dress down over my head and felt something tickle my leg. At first I assumed it was simply the tie that hangs down, but it continued too far down my leg to be that. Then I saw the roach that had apparently been spending quality time IN my dress skuttle down my ankle and across the floor. Of course I yelped. And then stood there, expectantly. I told Wonderman what happened and then pointed, waiting for him to get up and kill the damn bug. He performed expertly, jumping out of bed, grabbing one of my shoes, and killing the damn bug. It wasn't until later that I realized how selfish that was. I am most capable of killing damn bugs. I've done it my whole life. I'm not usually super squeamish in relation to crawling things. However, the roaches really get to me. And it was IN my dress. And I'm pregnant (I"m not sure how that relates, but it seems like it works as a good excuse to get what I want in MANY situations. Don't judge me for taking advantage of that). Still, I think today the standing and pointing put me on either toddler or diva level. I prefer diva.
3 comments:
Haha! Really? I think that is totally normal behavior. Last semester I woke Wyatt up in the middle of the night to kill one I spotted on the ground too. I am NOT capable of killing a damn roach... sick!
Yes, you CAN kill the roach, but it's nice to have someone else who WILL kill the roach. I'm sure you do stuff for him. :)
Play the cards you were dealt honey. And right now you've got the queen...the pregnant queen card. :)
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