I was chatting to my paramedic/ firefighter hubby this evening as is our norm when he is away 5 out of 7 days (No, I’m not lonely, why do you ask?).
Casually going over the day with him and he tells me of a ‘still alarm’ at the station.
A 10 year old girl comes hysterically crying about having something in her ear.
J shines a pen light in there and out comes a little cockroach!!
Grabs it, kills it, saves her life.
Apparently bugs like this are attracted to light, just FYI.
YUK.

I was sitting downstairs , vaguely unsure of where all of my kids were (don’t judge, I knew they were all inside, at least) when I heard running upstairs. I yelled up to “stop running” , that is my call of the wild this month. They run by the pool, in the store, in their room , up the halls, on wet concrete….they just run.
There was no little response of ‘ sorry Momma’ as is the usual culprits’ reply and it spooked me.
Shit, the 21 month old was in the pack n play napping (yes, I knew where she was. She is my favorite this week).
I looked up he stairs to see her sitting on the second to top stair smiling and cooing “mammma”.
Well that will be that then. She can climb out of the cage , oops, make that the pack n play.
I rely on her being confined to allow me a moment to pee, dry my hair, vacuum , really whatever I don’t want her interrupting or being harmed by.
I don’t expect her to be a baby forever, but this opens a whole can of worms.
I can’t just plop her in there and get my 15 minutes of whatever. She will hop on out and be by my side pulling on me to pick her up. Even when she cried when I put her in there I could make funny faces or put the TV on to amuse her.
I now have 3 VERY active children under 5 running amok in our home! Help me. Please??