Originally, I set out to write my first Not Me Monday post since I don't know when, but a turn of events here at the Copeland house has changed that plan. You wanna know why?
Because we have a MOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! or mice-- but I'm praying it's just mouse and none of his friends!
I was finishing up all of the kitchen-y type things I wanted to get done tonight so I'd have a nice clean kitchen to get messy again in the morning (because I really, really, no I mean REALLY hate starting my day off with a messy kitchen--those days are seriously worse than days where I start with a clean kitchen) when I hear a little funny noise over by the fridge.
I called my husband in to check out the noise. Of course it stopped, but then it actually started again.
"Do ya hear that?"
"Yeah, but I know the fridge makes funny noises sometimes."
"Umm... honey, I don't think that's the fridge."
We laughed it off until....
I heard it again as I was unloading some clean dishes. I called the man back in to the kitchen and again I was about to look a fool-- no noise. He checks the laundry room out, "Are ya sure it's not just something outside?"
"Well, honey, no I don't think so. In fact, are you envisioning a buck-tooth little thing doing this (I proceed to cup my hands near my mouth and act as if I'm gnawing away on some delicious air) cuz I know I am?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" insert hysterical screaming here--well I typed that all out for you. Hey, you're welcome!
I run to the couch and scream/cry, "Did you see it? Did you see it?"
All calm my husband says, "Yeah, I saw it."
That was my scream, by the way-- only because I saw something run from my oven area to my dishwasher area. Had I not been hearing noises, I probably would have thought nothing of what I thought I saw because it was seriously that much of a blur. But it was enough to FREAK ME OUT!!!!
The closest I've ever been to rodents is either passing their carcass on the road, or under my dissecting knife in 10th grade biology--which only spurs more horrendous visions of pregnant rats (like the ones I dissected in bio) following their motherly instinct of survival to find good food and shelter so she can have her some 9 babies-- IN MY HOUSE! NEAR MY FOOD! UNDER MY CABINETS!
So, here I am for some relief. Writing. Hey, at least I'm not crying on the couch anymore. Hubbs is at some store to buy some traps. I would have gone but I was way too NOT COOL with setting foot in my kitchen.
I don't know why some things freak me out and others don't, but all I can say is I have visions that involve little things that scurry across me as I sleep. Or little furry things panting away in my pantry pushing out 9 slimy, pink babies. Or, a little gross thing with whiskers that tries to run for cover as I walk barefoot across my tiled floor and then...-- oops, a bloody carcass on my tiled floor and nasty mouse blood all over my toes. Oh, yes, I'm even seeing mice droppings everywhere--I'll never be able to find them all and disinfect everything!
Okay, I can't handle the visions anymore. Good thing because hubbs is pulling in the garage now. He will hopefully set up some loverly little mouse traps!
So, on to the NOT ME's and what I didn't do this week:
Well, you already know I DIDN'T envision anything so totally gross that involved mice, panting, and my pantry.
Moving on from all things mice-related--
I in no way put a little swimmers diaper on Bug before nap time the other day because I was too lazy to go find one somewhere in all my house or van. No, I'm pretty sure I wasn't out of diapers-- I don't slack like that.
I didn't watch my child (Bug) from afar at a MOPS Halloween event dive her pretty, long fingers into somebody's (I don't know who's) abandoned chocolate cupcake-- then laugh it off hoping that a) nobody cared and b) that nobody had actually touched that cake (it is flu season, folks)!
I know I said no more mice-related things, but I lied-- because I'm not sitting here on the couch with my feet up off the floor just in case my furry friend(s) decided to bee-line it for my toes.
Off the mice wagon again.... I promise this time!
I have not totally abused my nursing mother status lately by taking a few extra minutes to lie or sit down while nursing my baby. People (my husband, mainly) don't just assume that my tiny babe is eating the whole time she's nuzzled in close to me. I would never keep lying or sitting there letting people (my husband, mainly) think I'm still nursing when in fact I'm just taking a few extra minutes to relax while my baby just rests after her meal. HOW LAZY?!?!
I would also never be so lazy as to clean the table, counters and floor with a handful of baby wipes after lunch. It's not like I had the wipes out to clean all the little faces and hands and I just continued on to the table..., and then the counters..., and then the floor!
I did not come home after a Halloween party and stay up to watch the first half of Cheaper by the Dozen just because I like shows that feature families with lotsa kids--even if it is fiction. I'm not in love with the big family idea at all! In fact, I have no desire to have a large family-- wink, wink!
Yep, that about sums it up! Unless of course, you'd like some more bloody, pantry-panting, barefoot-walking, hysterically-screaming stories. Yea, I didn't think so!
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