How I was greeted this morning:
“Mommy, Griffin change Griffin’s poopies!”

*cringe*

We’ve had a bath. Now, I have to go do laundry.

Brandus is still in Nepal, and Im currently on my own with Voldemort, now that we’re back from the beach.

The night we got back, I managed to forget to feed him actual dinner, and instead we had ice cream.

Last night, he went to sleep with his shoes on.

Clearly, I am doing a stellar job.

Tonight, maybe I’ll just let him stay up until midnight. He’ll be fine! He’ll love it! It’ll be like New Years!

There is a ROACH somewhere on my floor. A live one. The cats stared at it for a few minutes, and then wandered away.

This roach on the floor was last scene wandering under my chair. Where my shoes sit. And where there is a pile of laundry I was about to pick up and put away.

HELP. I cannot touch the laundry. I might get roach attacked. I cannot put on my shoes, because WHAT IF IT’S IN THERE.

I’m not really afraid of insects, but anything with that many legs does NOT need to be touching me in ANY way, especially if I don’t know where it is.

I’m going to go get the yardstick. Maybe if I poke the laundry first..

Happy Lughnasadh!