{laurageorge}

I woke up this morning with a massive headache {which sadly, has been a regular occurrence during this week of packing & moving}. Today is our official moving day, and I wanted to start the day off with some quiet thoughts and relaxation. I put up the baby gate on the bathroom door so that I could hear & see the kids without needing to wrestle them out of the cupboards and pull T.P. out of Maxton's grubby little hands, and ran myself a morning bath.

The instant I laid down, classic Maiya strategic move: "mommy, I need to go potty." I knew this translated to, "I need to sit on the toilet  for the entire duration of your bath because I love chatting with you." Maiya on the toilet, I tried to re-establish the quiet, peace filled moment and I closed my eyes. I literally spoke a quiet mantra outloud "relax...relax...relax..."

A quiet minute rolled by. A second quiet minute rolled by. Suddenly my eyes flew open as I felt a nasty sort of tickling on my foot. My feet were resting on the bath wall, and on my foot was a tarantula. Matt says there aren't any here in Spokane, but it was at least a tarantula's cousin.

I jumped, shrieked, and fell out of the tub. Maiya shouted from her safe position on the toliet, "get the bug out of the water mommy! get it out of the water!"

I am terrified of spiders. Ter.if.ied. I grabbed a handy plastic cup from the counter and attempted to scoop it out of the water. I gagged and recoiled. It took all my courage {which wasn't much} and channeling of all my rage for the interruption to get the nasty, hairy thing out of the tub.

I stared at the now contaminated spider water, contemplated running a new bath, laughed at myself for being unable to.

Thus ends the story of my moving morning attempt for relaxation. Time to get back to packing, because as my friend Rachel so eloquently puts it, "there is nothing in the world like you and a U-Haul. Or, as I like to call them " ME-Haul." Because let's face it, who is moving this stuff? That's right Mr. Sister, ME."