One hairy spider = one tired husband
Last night my youngest got me out of bed at 3:30am., she just needed to be tucked in so off I went. Then I froze in her doorway, oblivious to the fact that a big hairy huntsman spider was on her wall she crawled into bed. I slowly edged my way towards her bed and said “Honey, come with me.” In the safety of the hallway and with my eye on the spider I told my daughter to wake her daddy up and stay in my bed. Previously I have mentioned my husband is not a morning person, well he most certainly isn’t an EARLY morning person either!! Out he came with a few choice words freely flowing from his lips wanting to know why he had been woken up. The next thing he knew he had a fly swat in one hand and a can of fly spray in the other. I woke my eldest up and took her to the safety of my bed and left the “spider vs man” match to begin. We heard bangs on the wall with bursts of spraying as well as a muffled voice then it was all over. My husband had won the battle of ‘08. With body removal underway I let out a sigh of relief. The next morning my spider champion husband looked like death warmed up. I didn’t realise he hadn’t come to bed until 1:30am., that would explain the colourful language and harsh tone. With barely any sleep he drove our tired kids to school then headed out to work. I sure hope he makes it through the day.
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