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Yesterday, a cockroach crawled on my arm.

My skin is crawling and I got the heebie jeebies just typing out that sentence.  I know I’ve mentioned it before, but I hate roaches.  I have a completely irrational fear of them.  So a roach crawling on any part of my body is pretty much my worst fear.

It rained yesterday, which in Houston means the roaches that live outside decide that the warm, dry inside is a better place to hang out.  That is not okay in Megan Land.  And it is especially not okay for one to hang out in my laundry hamper on one of Camryn’s cute little skirts. I pulled the skirt out of the dirty clothes to put on Camryn…sidenote…that sentence sounds bad and I feel it needs a bit of an explanation.  It sounds like I put dirty, roach infested clothing on my daughter.  The truth is the skirt and little diaper cover were new and washed the day before, but the diaper cover part didn’t make it into the washer.  And since my hamper is black and the skirt is navy blue, I didn’t realize it was hiding out in the bottom of the hamper.  I decided that it was clean enough for her to wear, so I dug it out of the dirty clothes basket.  And by dug it out, I mean that it was the only item in the hamper.  Except for, unbeknownst to me, a cockroach.

So I pick up the diaper cover, walk gaily into Camryn’s room because, I will just admit it, it is really fun for me to dress her in new, springy clothes.  Suddenly I felt a little tickle on my arm.  I looked down, and to my horror, I saw a cockroach crawling on my arm.  I let out a bloodcurdling scream.  And I mean bloodcurdling.  The roach was making a beeline for sweet little innocent Camryn.  I just knew that sucker wanted to crawl in her ear and lay eggs.  So I did what any good mom would do and I stepped on it.  But he didn’t smash.  He was barely wounded and was still running amuck.  I let out another scream and pounded down on him with as much force as I could muster from my trembling frame.  That time it did it.  And then, since I’m going for mom of the year and all, I even cleaned it up. Normally, in the unfortuante event of a roach in the house without the presence of my big, strong man, I will just cover up the carcass with a cup and let Derek pick it up when he gets home.  “Hi, honey.  Welcome home.  There is a giant cockroach under that bowl in the dining room.  Would you be a dear and dispose of him?  Thanks.”  He’s a good one, I tell you what.

And speaking of what a good man I married, check this out.  I loved seeing all my favorite people in the world cuddled up on the couch reading a book the other night.

And speaking of love, look what I made on Valentine’s Day for breakfast.  Pink heart shaped pancakes.  They were a big hit!

And speaking of bows.  Oh, I wasn’t speaking of bows, but I couldn’t think of a good segway.  Speaking of big hits?  Speaking of things I do?  Whatever.  The point is I was able to put a bow in Camryn’s actual hair this morning!  I think she liked it.  She did for the 3 minutes it lasted.  Bows that are clipped onto 14 strands of 1 inch long baby fine hair don’t last long.