Up early. Baby "joined" us. Pet my face until I woke up. Thanks, baby.
And I got up. And I see two roaches. This morning. We've tried to fix this problem ourselves. Quinn even got a very professional (looking) squirty thing from Home Depot. Not working. I do not like roaches. I ESPECIALLY do not like more than one random roach. Gross, gross, gross. Felix saw the 1st roach this morning. Ensuing conversation:
Felix: "Mama, der's a roach!"
Me: "Where, Beex?"
Felix: "Up der" He points to the ceiling. Hm. Because I do not like roaches, I try unique ways to rid myself of it. Like throwing a shoe at it. Didn't work. "Mama, you throw a shoe up der?"
No answer from me as I'm trying to hoist myself up on the counter to try another ill-fated tactic. "Mama, I go get Daddy. He bigguh."
Yes, Daddy is bigguh. And the roach got away.
We're calling an exterminator TODAY.