I have a new pet (not a tarantula - yet!), was in bed this morning with DD and she said "mummy, theres a spider" I looked up and above my head was a mahoosive house spider. Of course my first instinct was OMFG spider!!!! I mean, it so easily could have landed on my face
. But of coure I want a tarantula for a pet so i can't freak out at a house spider - albeit one with hobnail boots on. So, sat there staring up at it for a while but had to get up - DD stayed to talk to it!!
We decided to call him gary biglegs, or gary for short (must be said in brummie accent). Have been in the bedroom a few times today to talk to him, he fortunately isn't over the bed anymore, that was a bit much!
I wish everything was as simple as spiders!! my bloody mother is driving me nuts again, got me round there to "ask me something" went on and on about doctors and tablets etc, in the end i just had to say, look i need to go and cook dinner for DD and DP, it was 7.30. When i got home she was on the phone to DP, going on about how im not interested bla bla bla - he told her i wasn't well, under the doctor, on ADs etc and can't cope with her crap the other day - her words: She'll get over it! FFS
DP got the right royal hump with me again :( I can't help it but my mother is a real trigger -
is helping
I feel a bit pathetic though, you guys have been through so much, i just dont seem to be able to cope with anything
i am just focusing on getting my tarantula when im better.