I remember when Husband was in Afghanistan there was a spider in Max's bathroom so I shut the door and put a towel in the jam. When he called to check in I told him about the spider and he asked me if I had squished it so I explained the door and the towel. He told me to get the little handheld vaccuum and suck it up. So I did. While I was on the phone with him. I went into that bathroom with my son glued to my rear and and I very slowly tip-toed around until I found it. On the wall, behind the toilet, near the mirror. I took that vacuum and I turned it on and I squeeled and I screamed and I bounced and I yelped and I did the oogie woogie jiggley hoooohuuumheehuuu..... And I dropped the phone...
He was mad at me. He said I can't behave that way when he's so far away and he can't see what's going on...
Another time... when Max was a baby... Maybe about two, we were sitting on the couch watching Arachnaphobia and I was jumping and squeezing and grabbing him and ... Husband took him away... I remember he got up out of his chair and he said...."Give me the baby"... I was like... Why???
"Be a best friend, tell the truth, and overuse I love you
Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense
Never let your prayin knees get lazy
And love like crazy"