ABOUT ME

About me: My husband Chuck, our six-year-old Junior, our three-year-old Everette and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Brrrrng, brrrrng. Is this the husband complaint hotline?

It's 11 on Friday night. I'm sitting here trying to format 600 pages of text. It's for a book I'm laying out for a freelance job, and it's tedious work.

So tedious I broke out the bubbly.

I deserve some bubbly. Chuck's been sick, and he's been an audible mess. Why must men moan so when they're sick? It reminds me of that old tree line, except my version—the haggard housewife version—goes something like this:

"If a man lies in bed with a cold and no one is around to hear it, does he continue to make horrible, suffering sounds?"

The answer: Yes, until someone, anyone, hears it.

To get the kids away from Moaning, Sniffling, Coughing Man, I spent the day sweltering in the heat while they cooled down in the waterslides at Stay and Play (if you live in Connecticut and you haven't been, you must go. Unlike other family establishments in Connecticut that rape you financially—The Dinosaur Place comes to mind—Stay and Play is a steal at $8. Could they have taken a cue from other family establishments in Connecticut that rape you financially—again, The Dinosaur Place comes to mind—and charged parents $1,000 more for access to the waterslides? Yes, but they didn't. I heart them).

So there's the set up. Me = burning the midnight oil. Kids = lucky as hell. Husband = still lying in bed groaning.  

Lada-tippity-type-ity-la.

And then, just minutes ago, along came a spider. A BIG spider. A big black spider with a shiny body and hairy legs. It ran right up my lamp shade and hid. I promptly did what any woman would do. I ran upstairs and demanded Chuck kill it. That's what husbands are supposed to do: kill bugs that crunch and ooze when you smush them. 

(If that's not in your marriage vows, it should be. Nothing enhances a wedding ceremony like the word "ooze".)

Chuck came downstairs—kicking and sniffling—and asked me where the spider was. When I pointed it out, he half-heartedly swatted at it. Looking back, I'd have to say that I've never seen such a pathetic display of spider hunting. Of course, the thing took off in a flurry of fur and legs.

"How can I work knowing it's still out there?" I cried. "It could jump out at me at any moment."

"It's dot hair. It's godn."

"What?"

"It's godn."

"Chuck, what language are you speaking?"

"I'm duffed up! I said it's GODN!"

"It's not gone. It's watching me!"

He promised me that the spider had run along home to its family in the basement. In fact, now that he thought about it, he saw it jump from my desk into the radiator and scurry away. Mmmhmmm.

"It's godn," he told me one last time, adding a coughing fit for emphasis. He slithered back upstairs.

I sat here, staring at my desk. I knew the spider would be back. I didn't buy Chuck's Hallmark tale, nor did I trust the observations of a man who has been swigging NyQuil for two days.

I was right. It came back. With a vengeance.

But surprise, surprise, I got it.



I smushed it and it oozed and crackled and I wanted to die, but I did it. Which leaves me with this: 

"If a woman kills a spider and no one is around to hear it, does she still make a sound?"

Damn straight. I think the neighbors called 9-1-1.

6 comments:

The Captain's Wife said...

I am the spider killer in this house! woken from a sound sleep at times to either kill or release them.

I agree that stay and play is the bomb! We bought a play pass over a year ago and with only 1 kid it has lasted this long. I think we have 3 more visits left on it. While we love kid city, it is rather expensive. it really pisses memoff that they charge the adults. In bristol there is imagination nation which is pretty fun, but again adults pay too. i bought a season pass at KC for $100 and it gets us (2 adults 2 kids) and 2 guests in free to several CT children museums. We visited the Southern CT children's museum on Monday.

I would love to visit the Dinosaur place (the one near Salem right?) but refuse to pay, what like $19 a person or some craziness! Screw that crap.

Colchester, which is fairly close by, has a splash pad at their Park and Re. and it is free....Free is for me! :)

Patty Woodland said...

I hate bugs that make a noise when you kill them.

I scream so loudly when I see anything with more than four legs I wake the dead.

SmartBear said...

Seriously...what is it with the man-sick thing. I can handle being sick but when I am SO sick that I can't handle it? I call it "man-sick". It's a real medical term. Don't look it up.
That aside, I have to now shake my finger at you for killing the spider. Because...what the hell??? Don't kill spiders! :)
Sending a martini your way.
Best,
Tina

Mrs. Tuna said...

You're so brave. Shudder.

Twisted Cinderella said...

UGH! Brave girl killing the spider! Prince Charming is the same way when he is sick.

Jeanne said...

I'm one of those freaks who gather them into a glass and put them outside. I've been known to shower with one swinging around overhead. They don't scare me.

Mice, on the other hand, turn me into a cartoon housewife, standing on a chair and shrieking her head off.