Firstly, there are too many spiders in my house. And I like spiders, but enough is enough. The worst one wasn’t even real. Adam got a 5″ motorized toy tarantula as a gift from Kerry. Lots of fun to play with during the day, but heart attack inducing when tripped over on the way to the bathroom at 3 am.
Speaking of the bathroom, I slipped and almost fell in the shower last night. The first thought that crossed my mind was, “Who will take of Adam if something happens to me?” I sat on the edge of the tub, dripping everywhere and fighting the overwhelming urge to call my mom. At that point I would have promised to rent a larger apartment and begged her to move in with me. (Crazy talk, I know! Someone slap me next time). Other people raise kids alone all the time and I knew what I was getting into. Well, I knew logically, but I fear there has been a steep emotional learning curve.
