The Spider

I have a major phobia about spiders. They terrify me, always have. This morning Kira comes running out of her bedroom screaming, "There is a spider in my room! Kill it mommy, I'm scared!!". She does tend to exaggerate so I wasn't too worried....until I went into her room and saw the biggest hobo spider I have ever seen, just chilling out in one of her toy bins. Freaked me out! Luckily I had some spider killer spray, because there was no way in hell that I was going to get close enough to squish the evil thing. So I drowned it with poison and literally grabbed Kira and ran out of her room. Anyone who saw us would have thought we were running from a crazed axe murderer, not some stupid insect. I am proud to say that I managed to suck it up, deal with my phobia, and protect my baby from the evil spider. I used to call my husband to kill spiders because my fear is just that dehibilating, but he was at work and he won't answer anyway if I call. So I faced my greatest fear, by myself. And I kicked evil spider butt. I am proud of myself, but at the same time I am a little sad because I realized that the little things that my husband used to do for me now irritate him. I don't even feel comfortable asking him to help me anymore, for anything, because he is either too busy or gets angry with me. That makes me sad. And a little angry.