Hysterical Females

You gotta love them.

So I get a phone call a few minutes ago from my Big Girl. Some may know, she lives on her own...next door to my parents. Anyway, Big Girl is crying hysterically, and I can hardly understand her. My first thought is: someone has attached her; someone is trying to break in; her boyfriend was in an accident or dead...or maybe she found one of my parents dead. I have a serious over-active imagination that goes 0-60 in a second flat.

S'rsly.

She is hickupping and blubbering and all I hear is sobbing and something about a spider.

S'rsly??!!!

I ask her: "Are you SERIOUSLY calling me about a spider?!"

Big Girl: "Y-y-y-es-s-s-s! It's big and I can't move because it's going to jump on me and bite me".

ME: Hand over mouth biting my cheek to keep from busting out laughing.

This of course gets the attention of DH and her brothers. Lil Monster is demanding that I put the phone on speaker. They want to know how big it is...she says it's the size of a bouncy ball.

Lil Monster is asking what kind of bouncy ball. Gum ball or soccer ball. Really?

I asked her if she had her shoes...nope. A book? nope....okay... get the sweeper and suck the thing up.

I hear the sweeper and then she starts screaming that it is too big to suck up and it is holding on to the carpet.

Good grief...that is one big spider...LOL.

Next: "I think I squished it".

Then.....Hysterical screaming...again.

Only this time it is coming from within my house.

Baby Girl is screaming that she is bleeding.

I tell her to come show me...

That is going to need stitches....

Only a mother can love her hysterical little girls.

S'rsly...get over it already.