Munch's Monster at the End of this Blog

It's happened we've been invaded. Oh, it was subtle at first a monster here, a monster there. A red growly gus in the closet. But now it's a full scale invasion. Our house is being overrun with monsters. True to monster form they appear only at night, in the scary recesses of a very soon to be four year old's room.

They are impervious to Mommy's super monster cleaning/removal/organizing of the toys and complete overhaul of said four year old's room. They scoff at Daddy's Mega-Monster spray. So while we figure out the most effective form for monster invasion, Mommy and Daddy are having our own little monster infestation better known to us as the Munch.

While it's certainly not ideal, and while I am almost nearly certain that the monsters crept in while mommy was glowing and the family was temporarily relocated while I was in solitary confinement, we haven't figured out a great way to deal with it. I suspect by and large that while Munch, Monkey and Daddy were staying with their Grammy and Paw-Paw and the Munch took up residence in G&P's room /floor that he managed to sneak in between in their bed. Creating a monster of a problem for us to clean up at home. He has slept in his own bed at home only a handful of nights in the two weeks since treatment. So as we figure out the best exterminator for our problem the munch has established guest privileges in our bed. Pass the bad parents award this way in the meantime. We had managed to make it four years without reaching this milestone, and it was one I swore would never happen. Imagine that. Those always seem to be the milestones that find us, the ones we swear we will never, ever happen.

Let me just say though that now I'm actually getting to sleep for longer periods of time and right now that may be the main advantage to the invasion.

"...and you were so scared..."