I wasn't going to share this with many people because it's just gross but I decided to post it on my blog so now I guess the whole world can hear...
Last week I woke to a screaming baby who had an explosive diaper and didn't want to go back to bed. So I decided to snuggle on the couch with him and watch an episode of Oprah. Side note, I've decided to watch her final episodes even though I haven't watched her regularly before. Anyway, there was a follow up show where she talked to a young man who had grown up in the south. He lived in a very poor community that didn't have running water and they often had rodents and bugs in their house. He said at night they would actually wear earplugs or stuff something in their ears so the roaches couldn't get it. I felt sad for the boy and thought about how much better our conditions were.
Jordan ended up falling asleep in my arms so I laid him back in his crib and headed to my room. I remember laying in bed as I fell asleep, praying and thanking the Lord for not allowing us to have roaches in our home... and especially not in my bed!
The next morning I got the boys off to school and came home to get ready for the day. I got my shower and got dressed. As I was doing my makeup I realized there was something scratching the inside of my leg. I adjusted a little and it went away. Then a few minutes later, I realized there was something moving in my pants near my hip. I tried to remain calm but I was completely freaking out inside. I grabbed my pants and squished them together as hard as I could and heard... or felt, a crunch! Oh my goodness!! So I ripped my pants off as quick as I could and what do you know? There inside my jeans was a roach. I got back in the shower. I left the pants on the floor and made Jeff take care of them when he got home. I think I washed them twice to make sure it was out!
Obviously God has a great sense of humor because I had just prayed about roaches in the wee hours of the morning. I had asked him not to let them be in my bed. Apparently, I need to be more specific next time... I don't want roaches ANYWHERE in my house!!
We still aren't quite sure how that roach got in the house. Our best guess is that the boys had left the garage door open the night before and he found a cozy home to sneak in. I made Jeff thoroughly spray the entire inside and out for bugs!
3 comments:
Reese that's gross!!!!
Just ran across your blog and totally identified with your roach episode.
One night while sleeping in my cozy townhome where we didn't have a roach problem (except for the occasional Palmetto bug that came in looking for water) - anyway, I felt something drop onto my ear, so shooed it away with my hand, then, as you did, felt something crawling inside my nightshirt. I scrambled up screaming and tearing away clothes and sheets, with my husband jumping out of bed, too, wondering if the world was coming to an end. Then, we spotted the bugger crawling across the bed. EWWWWWWWW! After he screamed a time or two, the hubby killed that nasty thing, we changed the sheets and tried to sleep the rest of the night. Now we can laugh about it, but not without cringing a bit. I feel for you. :)
After he screamed a time or two, the hubby killed that nasty thing, we changed the sheets and tried to sleep the rest of the night. Now we can laugh about it, but not without cringing a bit. I feel for you. :)
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