There has been a lot of stuff caught up in my brain so you know there is a ramble coming. I keep meaning to sit down and work it all out to a somewhat manageable post but this is going to be as close as it gets. :) I sat down last night to blog and got sidetracked cracking sunflower seeds and enjoying getting stuck in the internet. There are days where I feel like there is nothing to read and then days where I get annoyed that real life is interfering with my "research". And before you jump to that conclusion it doesn't always involve online shopping.
So yesterday I was stuck in the interwebs looking for hat patterns. I want to knit a hat that looks like one my favorite princess sports in the beginning of the Princess and the Frog. I found this one for a knitted cloche hat. After I decided on the pattern I rummaged through my sorted green yarns and found one I liked. Then I went through my collection of needles. I thought about how lucky I am that people bring me vintage needles. I felt so loved as I looked through my assortment. And then I got a metal sliver in my hand from a damaged needle and was convinced everyone was trying to kill me. I understand that my reaction was a bit overdramatic. It must have been that set because the next set I grabbed was fine.
I put on Princess and the Frog as I started to knit. Yes, I watch cartoons willingly. I really only had a kid to have someone to watch cartoons with. Then it dawned on me that I like cartoon frogs. My favorite muppet is a frog. My favorite princess is a frog. I even had cute little frogs on the first set of dishes that Hubs and I had when we moved out. The reason this all seems weird to me is that I am petrified of real ones. I know it's a weird fear and I don't really understand it myself. But there it is.
I'm afraid of frogs.
I grew up in the country so I've been around them. Country snakes or spiders don't bother me. I can squish spiders all the live long day but put a frog in front of me and I scream like the little girl I am. I used to be that way with spiders at one point in my life. Then I was on the yard with my toddler class and there was a spider in the yard. Two of my grown co teachers noped to the other side of the yard when they saw it and I was left there staring at it. I guess fight or flight kicked in. I couldn't let it get near my kids. I didn't what kind it was so it was possible that it was poisonous. I squished it and have had no problems squishing spiders since. It's them or me!
I try not to let it get the best of me. I begrudgingly take my daughter through the reptile exhibit at the Zoo. But the point is that I still go. I try not to let her know that it bothers me but I do let her know that even big Mommies are afraid of some things.