Mom to the rescue. In my house, I handle all the difficult problems. If something goes wrong or is awry, the kids know I will fix it. I am pretty handy with light plumbing, I can mend ripped clothing, and I know how to fix a proper meal. Problems are school related as a rule and sometimes I just have to have a minute to talk to an upset child. There is always time for family, no matter how tough the situation. I remember one time there was a school outing and dad wouldn’t let my daughter go. I had to mediate that to avoid a big snafu. I talked and talked for hours and we came to a compromise. She would miss the one trip but get to participate in the next one for sure. Then there is always the matter of homework. Mom is pretty good at spelling and math. It comes in handy.
Something a little out of the ordinary in this category of mom to the rescue was when my daughter complained of a large spider in her plastic outdoor playhouse. It gave her the creeps. “I don’t do bugs,” she said. She was not about to go get a paper towel and dispense with it. I don’t do bugs either I added. So I ran straight for my husband’s pressure washer to deal with it. A pressure washer is a mighty hose that can wipe away most anything. It isn’t just made for dirt and grime on the car, the walkways up to the house, the garage floor, or the outdoor shed. It is great for these things, but imagine what it will do to a harmless spider. When we bought the best pressure washer, little did we know how useful it would become? I was surprised I even found it as all the neighbors want to borrow it to wash their cars.
But there it was, the hose coiled and ready to pounce. My daughter’s job was to stay on the lookout for the spider in case it moved. She stared at it dutifully for at least fifteen minutes. I was surprised at her courage. Pretty soon I thought they would become friends and she would balk at what the pressure washer was going to do to it. But no, when she said she didn’t do bugs, she meant it. The spider was history. I set the washer on a medium spray and it took about one minute to dispense with the pest. I had to make sure it didn’t land in the playhouse in its water-logged condition. That would surely freak my daughter out. It did fly through the air and out the door as I had planned. It landed on the lawn but I was not sure in what condition. Dear or alive? If alive, it could find its way back. I scooped it up with a box and carried it to the very back of the yard where I freed it humanely in the flower bed.