I have spent the last few days playing cat and mouse with...
A
MOUSE!
I knew that I had a mouse living amongst us shortly after I moved into this place, but when I found a dead mouse at my front door I thought that was then end of that... I mean, I even stopped seeing the mouse crap on my counter... So... Maybe this is the other mouse's Baby Momma, or Grandmother, or arch nemesis, who knows... All I know is I went into the kitchen two nights ago and when I flipped on the switch I saw a mouse tail disappear into the stove burner. I lifted the stove top and WALLA! Holy Mouse crap! I was disgusted that I have been cooking on that stove when right below the surface there is mouse crap that could potentially carry some nasty diseases. Not to mention that it is POOP. *Gag*
So, out came the bleach and the rubber gloves and I went to town on the stove and pretty much the rest of the kitchen. I told Man-Child that we have a mouse in the kitchen. He can't say that he didn't hear me because let me tell ya, I told him just how frikken disgusting what I found was. Plus I swear he thought I was nuts while I was trying to creep up on the mouse... There I was standing in the kitchen with the lights off staring at the stove waiting to see the mouse come out of hiding... (Now that I think back, what the hell was I going to do if it did? I had no weapon and even if I had, I can not imagine that I would be able to use it on the mouse.) I quickly started seeing things, and no matter how many times I switched on the light, it was never the mouse. I eventually decided to take another approach. Greys and Private Practice was on that night, so I decided to give the light switch (and Man Child a rest from my antics) and watch some TV. Then very cleverly, during just about every other commercial(Man-Child went to bed) I ran into the kitchen, fast as lightning but with as much stealth as a ninja, flipped on the light and...
NOTHING.
But again, what was I planning to do if he was sitting there on my stove? Without a weapon or even the desire to hurt him... Could I have preformed some jet eye mind trick that would have coaxed him out of the back door with instructions to never come back and to warn his kind the same? Damn. That would have been awesome.
Ok, so fast forward to tonight... I was sitting here on the computer learning my College Math(which sucks) and I decided to go refill my coffee cup. I walk into the kitchen, flip the light switch and what do I see? There scurries the mouse down through the stove top. But, let me ask you... Do you know what he was doing? He was snacking on the oatmeal raisin cookie crumbs that are on the cookie sheet that was left on the top of the stove... By who?
Do you really need two guesses?
I think we both know Man-Child well enough to know that it was him. (I mean, you might have been just as surprised as I was to find out that he MADE COOKIES, but come to find out, Lee Lee made them while he sat there and supervised.)
And if you thought for even a second that it was my lazy behind that left the cookie sheet there, when have you known me to make or even buy a cookie that doesn't have chocolate in it? Shame on you!
At this point I am thinking of naming the mouse. Any suggestions?
Monkey was diagnosed with another ear infection today, so we are going to get him in to see an ENT specialist. I also noticed that he laughs and yells random things in his sleep. I was watching over him because he had a fever and I get super paranoid when one of the babies have a fever, and all of a sudden he yells out "WHOA!" Hehehe. I wonder what he was dreaming about.
Lee Lee is just as hilarious as always. We had made plans to go to the store this past Thursday and as Man-Child walked out of the front door to put the kids in the car, Lee Lee looked back to see me sit down on the couch. She didn't know that I needed to put socks on and she got all worried. "Mommy, are you coming with me?" she says. I tell her, "Carry me Lee Lee, Mommy is tired." So she proceeds to try to pull me to the door, first by my finger, then my arm, then my head... Finally I think she realized that that wasn't a battle she was going to win because she said "Mommy, I can't do it." Then she runs to the front door and yells to her father, " Dada! Momma is tired. Come carry her. Come on Dada! Carry her. DADA!" Hahaha! I can't imagine what the neighbors were thinking.
Oh, and today she crushed my dream of being a princess. I was loving on her and I said, "Your my princess Lee Lee." And she says to me, "I princess Lee Lee, you are Momma." So I say "I want to be princess mommy," and she looks at me like I had asked her if she wanted some broccoli and said, "NO, your Momma, NOT a princess!" Well jeez Lee Lee. I consider myself "TOLD".
A
MOUSE!
I knew that I had a mouse living amongst us shortly after I moved into this place, but when I found a dead mouse at my front door I thought that was then end of that... I mean, I even stopped seeing the mouse crap on my counter... So... Maybe this is the other mouse's Baby Momma, or Grandmother, or arch nemesis, who knows... All I know is I went into the kitchen two nights ago and when I flipped on the switch I saw a mouse tail disappear into the stove burner. I lifted the stove top and WALLA! Holy Mouse crap! I was disgusted that I have been cooking on that stove when right below the surface there is mouse crap that could potentially carry some nasty diseases. Not to mention that it is POOP. *Gag*
So, out came the bleach and the rubber gloves and I went to town on the stove and pretty much the rest of the kitchen. I told Man-Child that we have a mouse in the kitchen. He can't say that he didn't hear me because let me tell ya, I told him just how frikken disgusting what I found was. Plus I swear he thought I was nuts while I was trying to creep up on the mouse... There I was standing in the kitchen with the lights off staring at the stove waiting to see the mouse come out of hiding... (Now that I think back, what the hell was I going to do if it did? I had no weapon and even if I had, I can not imagine that I would be able to use it on the mouse.) I quickly started seeing things, and no matter how many times I switched on the light, it was never the mouse. I eventually decided to take another approach. Greys and Private Practice was on that night, so I decided to give the light switch (and Man Child a rest from my antics) and watch some TV. Then very cleverly, during just about every other commercial(Man-Child went to bed) I ran into the kitchen, fast as lightning but with as much stealth as a ninja, flipped on the light and...
NOTHING.
But again, what was I planning to do if he was sitting there on my stove? Without a weapon or even the desire to hurt him... Could I have preformed some jet eye mind trick that would have coaxed him out of the back door with instructions to never come back and to warn his kind the same? Damn. That would have been awesome.
Ok, so fast forward to tonight... I was sitting here on the computer learning my College Math(which sucks) and I decided to go refill my coffee cup. I walk into the kitchen, flip the light switch and what do I see? There scurries the mouse down through the stove top. But, let me ask you... Do you know what he was doing? He was snacking on the oatmeal raisin cookie crumbs that are on the cookie sheet that was left on the top of the stove... By who?
Do you really need two guesses?
I think we both know Man-Child well enough to know that it was him. (I mean, you might have been just as surprised as I was to find out that he MADE COOKIES, but come to find out, Lee Lee made them while he sat there and supervised.)
And if you thought for even a second that it was my lazy behind that left the cookie sheet there, when have you known me to make or even buy a cookie that doesn't have chocolate in it? Shame on you!
At this point I am thinking of naming the mouse. Any suggestions?
Monkey was diagnosed with another ear infection today, so we are going to get him in to see an ENT specialist. I also noticed that he laughs and yells random things in his sleep. I was watching over him because he had a fever and I get super paranoid when one of the babies have a fever, and all of a sudden he yells out "WHOA!" Hehehe. I wonder what he was dreaming about.
Lee Lee is just as hilarious as always. We had made plans to go to the store this past Thursday and as Man-Child walked out of the front door to put the kids in the car, Lee Lee looked back to see me sit down on the couch. She didn't know that I needed to put socks on and she got all worried. "Mommy, are you coming with me?" she says. I tell her, "Carry me Lee Lee, Mommy is tired." So she proceeds to try to pull me to the door, first by my finger, then my arm, then my head... Finally I think she realized that that wasn't a battle she was going to win because she said "Mommy, I can't do it." Then she runs to the front door and yells to her father, " Dada! Momma is tired. Come carry her. Come on Dada! Carry her. DADA!" Hahaha! I can't imagine what the neighbors were thinking.
Oh, and today she crushed my dream of being a princess. I was loving on her and I said, "Your my princess Lee Lee." And she says to me, "I princess Lee Lee, you are Momma." So I say "I want to be princess mommy," and she looks at me like I had asked her if she wanted some broccoli and said, "NO, your Momma, NOT a princess!" Well jeez Lee Lee. I consider myself "TOLD".
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