Who needs pest control when you've got sons! - Page 2
At this time I am able to collect what I need so I can shower in my son’s bathroom. That room in the house I want nothing to do with (do they even open their eyes when they use the toilet?)!
At the end of the day, my oldest son of fifteen is ordered to grab the vacuum and get rid of the corpse. You see, if the hour wasn’t so early when I first spotted the nasty creature, I would have yelled out to my son to grab a shoe, some paper towels, the bug spray, something to dispose of this thing. Sometimes a girl has to go to extreme measures to take care of such a thing herself. I screech loud enough in hopes that one of the males will run to my rescue.
Really though, who needs pest control service when you have three sons and a husband? The hubs is the President, the fifteen-year-old is Vice-President, the eleven-year-old is the Manager, and the one-year-old is in training. He’ll be able to point that spray can and press the button by the time he is two y’all, no lie…
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