Are All Habits Good Ones?

Oh no, I locked us out of the house. I didn't mean to, of course who ever means to lock themselves out of their own home?

I have a fetish to always make sure the house is locked up tight before I go anywhere.

Usually I am the one who would drive our high school kids to their school, and then I would wait at the bus stop with my first grader. I would take her directly to her school as well but she really enjoys riding the bus with her friends.

However, on this particular day, hubby, who was being so thoughtful, chose to take the big kids to school for me, so I could walk with my first grader to the bus stop.

We had a few minutes to wait until she and I needed to hit the road so I walked around the house and made sure everything was locked up tight. Then my daughter and I put on our jackets, grabbed her back pack, I grabbed a set of keys and off we went. After I made sure the house was locked up behind us.

We had a great time walking to the bus stop and we talked about all the things she would do at school and all the friends she would play with. The bus finally pulled up, I kissed her good-bye, and as the bus drove away I blew kisses to her.

The walk home alone was pretty uneventful and as I approached the front door I pulled the keys from my pocket, only to notice they were the wrong set; no house key.

So, I sat and waited for my hubby to get home from his trip to the high school. He pulled in and gave me one of those… Why are you just standing there, looks!

"Hey baby, I grabbed the set of keys without a house key, I'm just waiting for you to let me in."

"I don't have a house key."

"Yes you do." I was trying to read his face to see if he was messing with me.

"No, I only grabbed the car key, not the house key."

"You have your car key on a separate key ring than your house key?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

~At this point he gave me another look ~

Now, we do have one of those boxes on our garage that requires a code, but I don't know it. He punched in the code, together we watched as the garage door went up and he believed our problem was solved.

Did I mention I lock All Doors, no matter where they lead?

We spent an hour in the garage while my husband worked to get us in the house. It was cold. I tried to help but it was best if I stayed behind and just watched.

Good News ~ we now have house keys on all of our key rings. Hubby idea. :)

Spiders Are Not My Friend

Omg, omg, omg…

I don't know what it is about me, but apparently spiders must know I do not like them one bit, and they ban together to scare me out of my wits.

I was heading up the side walk to fetch my 1^st grader from the bus stop. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I was just taking my own sweet time since I was a little early anyway.

I have fairly long hair and as I was brushing it out of my face from the wind blowing it in. A long piece had attached itself to my ring. I shook my hand but it did not fall away. I reached for it with my free hand and tried to pull it out, but it grew.

"What the?" I said to no one other than myself and the slightly stringy piece of hair that was giving me grief.

I shook my hand and pulled at the hair with the fingers from my free hand, but it wouldn't go away. Now I was just frustrated by the whole walking, talking to myself, and the fighting going on between my two hands. They were trying to break free of this piece of hair holding them captive but to no avail.

So, I stopped in my tracks to give it the "one really good pull," when I noticed, on my black sweatshirt, just sitting on my tummy was what looked to be ~ a nut ~ about the size of a golf ball.

"Oh my gosh." I again said out loud to no one other than myself. "What have I gotten myself into?"

I was about to brush it away, with my hair filled hands, when suddenly, little flailing legs appeared out from under the nut.

This is when the screaming ensued!!!!! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

In a split second, I realized the piece of hair was not mine and it was attached to the back of the nut.

This is when I began to do some flailing of my own. Out on the side walk, in the middle of the neighborhood, and just feet away from where the bus would be delivering my daughter.

I jumped, I swatted, I continued to scream out loud, "Get off, get off." But the little bugger was determined to wait out my hysterical moment firmly attached to my sweatshirt.

I had no other option. I was going to have to touch it, and with a direct hit…I wished Id had a stick.

So, I quickly counted to three and then gave the spider a *smack* but all it did was float about a foot in from of me, he was still attached by his web to my hands.

"Oh, come on." I said to the spider.

Another mother, who had been standing there watching the whole thing, finally came to my aid. She grabbed the string and placed the spider to the ground. We then both did the "That is so gross" dance.

She asked, "Are you gonna step on it."

"NO, I do not want to hear the sound stepping on that thing would make"

She agreed. So we stood there and watched what looked to be a walking golf ball meander back down the side walk.

I swear I heard him giggling.