The Plot Bunny Farm

CG awake at midnight. Did manage to get her to sleep at 1, which is an improvement. Up at 7 to get her off to daycare -- got her zipped into her jacket, and she threw up at me, lovely projectile stuff, but not too much, fortunately. Easy to clean up. We went back to bed for a few hours, and she awoke feeling much better and rather put out that I made her eat Jell-O instead of the cereal her brother was getting.

She amused herself later by dumping out bookcases in my office.

So, being as she was better, we kept the double appointment for the kids' dental. T-Bug has 3 cavities, plus the dentist wants to extract 2 of the teeth to let the back ones come into position better. And the dentist says that CG is a little tongue-tied -- her frenulum linguae is on the short side, which may affect her speech development. So if it seems to be an issue, we may have to see about that.

Oh, and I got a 1-day rejection from Neil Clarke on "Free of Fire." Because, you know, it wasn't Monday enough.

Meh. I think I'm going to get the boy to bed, watch Chuck with my husband, and go get some sleep.

Yesterday we drove back from Knoxville. Stopped just north of the city to have breakfast at one of the many Waffle Houses along the way. (Our server's name was Bubbles.) I can see why kyleri likes them. Had the pecan waffle, but I'm seriously considering wandering to the nearest one to have some hash browns -- scattered, chunked, and diced, I think. Yum!

Uneventful drive, home not too long after 8 p.m. Had to get up and deal with things like an electrician this morning. (We have a circuit that isn't working but didn't trip a circuit breaker. The home warranty will cover the work; electrician will actually be here tomorrow.)

Discovered again on this trip that caves refresh my muse but do not give me plot bunnies.

Will probably give a longer post tomorrow, with more details of the trip, when I'm feeling more caught up on life.

We all have things we feel strongly about. For me, one of those things is creatures with too many legs running around inside my house.

Last night, I'm sitting in bed, jotting down my to-do list (which included such things as "take out trash" because I was laboring under the impression that today was Friday) when I notice a tiny spider dangling from my bedside lamp. I squish it between thumb and forefinger and go back to writing. I reach over to grab my cup of water and notice a couple more crawling on a piece of paper. Squish. Back to what I was doing. Then there's another one, dangling from the other lamp.

Dread fills me. I look up at the ceiling and see many, many tiny creatures crawling over my head. I get up (taking my water and to-do list with me) and go downstairs, where my husband is still puttering on his computer.

"I'm sleeping on one of the couches tonight," I announce. "There are like a bajillion spiders on the ceiling in our bedroom."

He looks up at me, slightly skeptical. "A bajillion?"

We have a pre-K kid. It's a perfectly normal expression.

"Okay, maybe I indulged in a bit of hyperbole. But dozens, anyway."

He gets up to come see. Looks at the ceiling. "Yeah, an egg sac definitely hatched."

He agrees that sleeping on the bed is probably a bad idea. "You said they were dropping. There are probably some in the sheets."

Eek. I did not need to hear that. He also has no idea how to exterminate them. I do: Scrubbing Bubbles.

Him: "Won't that take off the paint?"

Me: "Cheap paint, yeah, but not this stuff."

He doesn't look like he believes me, so I drop it for the time being. We adjourn to separate couches. (I have a bit of a crick in my neck this morning, but at least I'm reasonably certain I wasn't sharing my sleeping arrangements with nefarious octopedal creatures.)

This morning, I strip the bed and toss everything that will fit into the washer. Then I test the Scrubbing Bubbles on the paint in my closet. No damage. Mwah-hah-hah. I spray ceiling and walls with great abandon, anywhere I see a small moving object. I clean off nightstand except for a stack of books, just to make sure no spiders are trying to hide. (Sure, Flylady says I shouldn't have the books on my nightstand, but she thinks I shouldn't have a bookcase in the bedroom, either. We clearly have differing priorities in life.)

I think they're all dead, but the Scrubbing Bubbles are handy if I should spot any more.

Now maybe I should think about getting some paying work done today.