Here, I'll try to do the same. More for me to remember what I did (not) do and how I survived these years of homeschooling with three small children, virtually no husband and an insurmountable to-do list.
Here's my truthful Tuesday:
Bugs make my armpits sweat. Really. I mean, I don't want to touch them, talk about them, think about their venom (more likely, lack thereof). I hate killing them because, somehow, their goo will contaminate my shoe. I can't squish them with a paper towel because they might somehow survive and then attack me.
I can't stand bugs.
Somehow, I've managed to show this to my children. They squeal when they see ants, think dead bugs can hurt them and cry when I mention there might be something lurking in the house.
So, I'm forcing myself outside of my comfort zone and teaching them about all critters great and small.
eek...
After I let this guy crawl on my hand, the kids were eager to let him crawl on them too!
