I told you yesterday that we have carpenter ants. Isn't that gross? You would think that they wouldn't bother me. After all, I have two boys. Besides dogs we've had various pets over the years.......one snake that the boys caught, fish, one lizard, two gerbils, a frog, more walking sticks than anybody should be allowed to have, praying mantis' (and let me tell you, the only thing they were praying about was a way to escape their cage....).
I put my foot down on the pet tarantula...well, not literally. My husband said he had one as a kid and I said "Good for you" all the while questioning the sanity of his mother. He did say that when the tarantula got out of it's cage (got out of it's cage????) that his mom didn't go near his room until he found it again. Now there's a nightmare in the making.
Being the mom of two boys I've had my share of blood, sweat, tears, mud, cuts, bruises, stiches, mucus...you get the idea.
You would think the idea of a few stray ants crawling around my home wouldn't bug me (no pun intended). But it does. It bugs me. I am squeamish. I don't like bugs. I don't like blood. I'm not so crazy about vomit either.
There is a reason I am not a nurse, God bless them! Seriously, I don't know how they do it. I tried to be calm when my boys would come in with scratches, cuts, bruises and the occasional black eye. After all, "boys will be boys," right? Isn't that what they say?
I tried to be calm as they played hard and rode bikes and skateboards and climbed trees and fences and wrestled and played "dangerous" games like tag. I mean, come on, they could trip over something or run into a tree! Don't even get me started on football....
I tried to be calm as we drove to get stiches in the head or the finger. Or have an x-ray done to see if they broke something.
I tried to be calm when they were hanging out the second story window. I tried to be calm when they were crawling around on the roof helping put up Christmas lights or mowing the lawn (hey, that mower has sharp blades). I tried to be calm when the youngest got a concussion. I tried to be calm when the oldest one rode his bike down a steep hill and got all scratched up.
I tried to be calm as they took those first baby steps away from me, forever taking my heart with them. I tried to be calm when they were old enough to play outside by themselves. I tried to be calm as they finally were old enough to drive their bikes down the street by themselves.
I tried to be calm as the oldest one got his license and drove alone in the car for the first time. I tried to be calm the first time he took his younger brother with him. I tried to be even more calm as I watched my whole life drive away in that car. I tried to be calm as I remarked to my husband "There goes my heart."
It is just beginning to dawn on me where these strands of gray hair are coming from. I blame the boys.