I'm Either Pregnant or I've Lost My Fucking Mind!

OK back story...
I hate roaches. The small ones Im not horrid with but anything bigger than a half inch and Im totally freaked out.

Ok, so I wasnt tired until 4am - I finally say good night to E.M. and head for bed -- I shut down the computer, go pee, put away any food I had out, and change the potty pad... well that was my first sign, piss on my floor and my fucking rug -- the only damned piece of carpet in the entire apartment and only 4 inches of it is showing!! And its pee'd on!

So I shove the dogs' noses in it, spank them and ban them to the livingroom. Fine!
Ok so 2 of the 3 kitties are in the room with me ...both watching a fly... or so I thought.
Then for some reason 10 minutes AFTER laying down I decide to see what theyre concentrating so hard on!

You guessed it - big old 1 inch roach!

So I basically went into hysteria.... Im sobbing and gagging and hyperventilating and tearing my apartment apart for the damn bug spray... I finally find it and 5 minutes later muster up the courage to murder the thing... still sobbing.

Then I run (sobbing) from the bedroom and now I am feeling really guilty because I locked my kitties in there and I can't stop crying.

And E just doesn't get it. :(


(I better be pregnant, otherwise I'm signing myself into a psych ward -- this is effin' ridiculous!)


-Jess