working hard or hardly working

I went to bed last night knowing that this morning I was on a tight schedule. I need to get some work done, but I also need to get the last our junk put away so the cleaning girl can come whip the rest of the place into shape (and help scrape off that final layer of dust that I have YET to clean from the endless vacay). Somehow I am finding myself perusing blogs rather than working, which I originally scheduled to be completely finished by noon. Its noon, and I have to stop now so I can clean. and I didn't work nearly enough. and now I'll have to work later. when I didn't want to. *sigh*

Last night Kyle was on one of his eternal phone calls to the cable company to complain about our internet being down. all. day. Suddenly his eyes get wide and he motions for me to come stand by him. I'm pretty confused, but I'm also very obedient. I walk up to him and he points for me to look in the corner. I am still not seeing what he is pointing at when he whispers, "Black widow." EWWWWWWWW! The most giantest, disgustingest, poisonest spider is just chilling butt-side up to show us his lovely red hourglass shape. Of course, I'm freaked and determined that we must kill it. Now. but not me. him. Of course, Kyle just keeps on keepin' on with the cable company. It was my self-appointed job to sit there and stare at the spider to make sure that it didn't plan a stealthy escape and crawl immediately up the stairs where it would ravage my three innocent children - or me - gag. For some reason, I wasn't worried about it biting Kyle. I guess he's just the big, strong, invincible man in our lives. Or it would serve him right.

Finally Kyle finished with the Tele-CRAP-le (Telecable) and whipped out his trusty can of raid, which coincidentally had just finished off a half-dollar-sized distant relative of this spider's yesterday and we proceeded to watch in some kind of sick pleasure as the spider died. Now I am adamant that the whole house needs sprayed but of course we can't do that because I have no way of knowing what the heck chemical they would be spraying and there's no way I'm letting a bug guy, in a country that still uses known carcinogens for pesticide on their crops, spray my entire house with invisible poison. (Yet, I have no problem using Raid for isolated incidents. go figure. risks and benefits, my friends).

Now that it is 12:04, I'm going to have to move on to phase II of this morning - operation clear clutter.

Thanks for being my time-suck, dear blog.