So we've established that Alison doesn't like spiders, right?
She's been on Fall Break and as all good mothers do, I took some time off to hang out with her. So of course she wanted to clean her room.
Which of course gave me time to do the work I'd left behind. So there I was at the kitchen counter, working away on my laptop when I hear a terrible scream and then a series of bam! bam! bams!
I cocked my head and listened again. Her room is steps away from the kitchen. Bam! Bam! Bam!
I sighed. Saved my work and stepped closer to her door. "Argh! Ick. Bam!"
I open the door. There she is, baseball bat in hand, pounding away on the floor. Emboldened by my appearance, she pounded harder. "Die! Die you evil spawn of Satan." (or words to that effect.)
I interrupted to inform her that whatever she was killing was dead already.
Mysteriously, she remained on her bed, which was minus its coverings as she'd really been cleaning her room.
"Oh my God, mom. That thing was in my room. No telling how long it was there. It was there while I slept!" she wailed.
I considered asking her if she'd checked for eggs. But she was in fine form. So I let her go on for a while. She wound down after a while and I asked her if she was going to clean up the spider guts she'd spread around or collect the legs that had gone their separate ways.
She just looked at me. Safe on her mattress. I sighed and got a Kleenex. She's still kind of freaked out about it and has attempted a few times to brag about her prowess with a bat. Against a speck of an opponent.
Other than the spider, it's been an uneventful Fall Break. Good, though. She ended up making plans for a sleepover, which I thought was well timed when I thought Jaime and Lee -- and only Jamie and Lee -- were coming up and staying over while they visited Becca, our current Butler University student.
But Jaime and Lee brought the cousins and a few extras. We had a great time when their Saturday night plans fell through. The girls and I played cards and games while Jeff, and I quote Lee Weir here, "seduced him with bourbon."
The "men" were in the kitchen. We were in the dining room. So we could hear each other easily if we wanted to listen.
At one point, Beth (Lee's sister) leaned over and said to me, "They've been talking for two hours. About alcohol!"
An hour later, she said, "They're still doing it!"
Beth and Allen (her husband) went home about 11. Lee and Jeff kept it up until after midnight. It was actually a ton of fun. The only regret I have is that I didn't plan very well and Ali missed it all.
But at least her room is spider-free.