Okay, whoever taught my daughter that bugs are to be feared has made the tippy top of my .... list. I was awakened at 3am this morning to an extremely shrill "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", over and over until I dragged out of bed and went to see what was the matter. "There's an ant on my floor!"



Now, normally this would be very annoying but not seriously aggravating. It is, after all, the price of admission for mother hood. But as many of you know I have been sick. I am at that point in this illness where I feel fine until I lay down. At which point the coughing starts and continues relentlessly until I somehow manage to pass out. So, after having a talk with her highness about how bugs are not the end of the world and if you don't like them, squish them, I went back to bed. I had managed to almost doze back off without coughing once when dh randomly started snoring, loudly.

Rant over. Thank you for listening. There is no sympathy for my plight here.