To be fair, we didn't get much sleep Wednesday night. I awoke around 3a.m. to the sound of banging. The boys had fallen asleep in the living room. I padded, okay dragged, myself through the darkness of the hallway to see what ill might have befallen them to be so d*#@ loud at that hour of the morning. Tigger, my fair knight, had killed a giant hairy spider. Tigger does not possess an ounce of arachnophobia (I have enough for everyone), yet even he was shaken. He made a large circle with his hands when I asked how big it was. He said he could hear it moving on the bookshelves *shudder*. We've had wolf spiders in the house before, but it's been a long time. Me thinks this was a lone scout and when he doesn't return the other spiders will stay far away. Do NOT tell me otherwise, because I'm not listening. Said spider was now deceased, hence the banging, and all three of us stayed awake for at least another hour.
So yesterday at school Z and I had a bit of fun with out new dragons and our
Medieval Europe book.
Direct quote from Z, "RAWR! Fear me, I am cheap plastic toy."
"Darn these castle walls."
"Hey look, they're learning Latin too!"
"Why are you all screaming, I was just watching the service."
We must have laughed for twenty minutes and never really did recover back to academics. My PSA for today, sleep is important, otherwise you may end up doing great silly things. Then again, maybe the lack of sleep had nothing to do with us being silly, that kind of happens anyway.
(I am now wearing shoes in the house, yuck, shudder, I hate spiders)
Direct quote from Z, "RAWR! Fear me, I am cheap plastic toy."
"Darn these castle walls."
"Hey look, they're learning Latin too!"
"Why are you all screaming, I was just watching the service."
