Enough Is Enough

Alright, so my husband has chosen the fulfilling career as a teacher. He has already reported for duty for the new school year and we are both thrilled.....except for the fact that he won't get a paycheck until the end of the month. We, being a family of 5, need that check -like a month ago. So my husband lovingly works at the restaurant to be able to bring home the bacon in our time of need. Granted, he is taking on more responsibility having to work both jobs and I recognize that sacrifice he has been forced to make for the sake of our family. Normally I'm fine having to silently (and by silently I mean whining to my girlfriends) know that I too in turn have to take on extra responsibilities when Sebastian isn't home. But tonight, when Sebi uttered the 6 words I dread most when my husband is gone, I swore that this was enough already.

"Mom, there's a bug over here."

Translation. Mom, come and get this bug out of my bathtub. This bug was a cockroach. I do not like cockroaches and that is the understatement of the century. I cry. I scream. I stand on beds and pant my way through their disposal... which is my husband's job. I don't throw many job titles his way. I'm pretty darn flexible as far as I'm concerned. Trash, I throw it out. Lawn needs to be mowed, no problem. "We need to take the door handle off because Sebi locked it shut again"- just bring me the screwdriver and a paperclip and I'm on it. But the bugs are SEBASTIAN'S JOB.

So I immediately ordered Sebi out of the tub ready to tell him the bath is over and walk away from this. Meanwhile, he is looking at me to actually solve this problem. So I head to the kitchen for a slotted spoon (thanks Megan for the birthday present 3 years ago) and a bowl, and I retrieve said roach and place in the bowl. I'm afraid I may have to burn them both now, and I am praying that when I finally muster up the energy to go and pick the bowl up, the roach is still in it.

Well, maybe not.