Flying Cockroach? No thank you.

 I’m going to be bust

in’ my butt this week. I’m trying to do 2-3 videos PER DAY to place in queue for my 31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN. Going from zero to 100. I need to get a jump on it as we’ll be on vacation after this week until the beginning of October. Probably not going to post many pics on Instagram, if any. I want to feel “present” which is hard to do through the lense of a camera.

It’s beginning to cool off. Highs in the low 90’s and upper 80’s, that’s how I know I’m acclimated, no, THIS is how I know I’m acclimated… Last night josh went out onto the balcony at around 2am. I went out there with him for a second ( until I realized that our lit balcony was bringin’ all the bugs to the yard,) but it was probably mid 70’s and I said “it’s actually cold out here!” That’s not normal, people. 

It was a good thing that I came in though because just after I sat down inside I hear him yelling, through my voice canceling headphones, and see him ripping his shirt off and hitting agains out balcony furniture.

Did I go out to see what was wrong?

There’s a limited amount of options that it could be considering we’re up high and any of the possibilities I could think of were not things that I wanted to meet. So, no. The kid is 21 yrs old, man, it’s every man for themselves time!

So he comes in and takes his hair out of the band and starts SHAKING his head like three feet from me. I didn’t want to meet it outside, I sure as fuck don’t want to meet it inside, so it’s then that I say”Stop! What the hell is happening? STOP shaking your hair!!!!!”

He tells me that a THREE INCH FLYING COCKROACH landed on his shoulder and crawled into his long sleeve shirt and he wants to make sure that there isn’t one in his hair. No, my child, not in here! Take that shit out into the hallway! He then asks me to inspect his hair. If you’ve seen pictures of my child then you know he has long super tight curly hair. ( he got hit with all my creole genes) and as the loving supportive mother I am I …. Did NOT DO THAT.

Ok, eventually I did, I poked around his massive amount of uncontrollable curls and that my friends, is how I know that my oldest two can kick rocks, I’m a damn good mother. 

As a side note, as long as I’ve lived here I’ve never seen the often spoken of demon flying cockroaches. I went to look outside after the drama and it wasn’t there. I’m good with never seeing one. And this is from someone who lost their shit in a very public place Sunday because a cricket landed on me.  

Go ahead, make my day

Tracy