Listen, we just had the most adorable and awesome and BEST interns in the world literally leave our home less than a week ago. These ladies were seriously the BEST!
And I know my home is NEVER empty. Like ever. Like a day after they left, we had a friend of Adelyne’s in our home for TWO days. Not one. Two.
The week before the interns left, we had another friend of Adelyne’s PLUS the interns.
People were sleeping on the floors…Couches…Kitchen tables. Bathtubs.
Okay. The bathtub was an exaggeration since it was literally our only ONE for nearly 10 people. Unless a garden hose counts as a washing tub? Or a quick dip in a lake or hot tub?
If so, then I have 3 extra washing rooms in near proximity (smile and wink).
But I don’t think they do.
Let’s get back to the sleeping situations of our home.
Tomorrow, we have a different friend of Adelyne’s spending the night. Then two nights after that, we have Rich’s sister and her family spending the night—which will make 5+5=10 under our little farm house’s roof.
And one bathtub. (Oh, wait—that’s right: garden hose, hot tub, and nearby lake—three extra cleaning basins)
I do have a point with this…
MURPHY’S LAW, Baby!
Here as I have been handling large masses sleeping in ever nook and cranny of my home—I was getting all “laissez faire” about proofing my house.
“Baby proofing,” you may think?
“Fire proofing,” may be your next guess.
“Storm proofing,” you may try for a third time—and this one plus flood proofing are actually LOGICAL guesses considering a huge storm did some pretty nasty damage on our house last year and our basement floods. Like ALL THE TIME (don’t worry—we are still working on water-proofing that one before winter).
The answer to both storm and flood, however, is still NIE.
Ever since my husband and our friend found the existing holes on the outside of our house a few months back, filling them, our house has been scratch, poop (unless you count stinky children), and food packaging hole free.
HEAVEN ON EARTH!
For some of you, heaven on earth may look a little differently…but, for me, heaven on earth has looked like a mouse-poop and chewed home free!
It truly was a glorious — albeit SHORT time.
Last night, however. Last night it ALL came crashing down.
I was in a moment of solitude. Just me and the TV.
What should have been peace was filled with scratch, scratch, scratch.
I sat up!
The scratching stopped.
I relaxed. I am just hearing things. Slightly insane, right? Perhaps a little paranoid, eh?!
Scratch, scratch, scratch…scamper, scamper, scratch!
I take it back! I am NOT INSANE (please, tell my husband)…I knew it!
I heard it. It was like a bad record playing again and again and again.
And then my movie is ruined. My forthcoming sleep is ruined. MY NIGHT IS RUINED!
Thank you, MICE!
So, today…after HORRIBLE dreams (smile and wink), I went on a mouse walk around my house.
I know the signs of infestation. I know the poop. I know their favorite crevices.
And THAT is when I spied it…
The popped trap.
Now, I noticed this popped trap a couple days ago, but when I peeked at it, I didn’t see a mouse. So, I just ASSUMED (and you know what they say about assuming) that the trap popped because something fell on it or it was faulty. Hence I ignored it.
But what I could not ignore the last couple days was the STINK in our house.
Now, to be fair, we have kids. So, I’ve spent the last three days shouting lovely encouragement such as, “You stink! Take a shower! Make sure you flush the toilet! Peeeeeewwwww—-eeeeeeee!” Yes, I am a lovely mother like that.
On top of that, to emphasize my stinky children, I have been abusing Febreeze. Like literally spraying it all around the house. Like multiple times because my kids smell like the pig-farm of summer.
Or DID THEY???
Now, in what is VERY OBVIOUS hindsight, I realize that I may have overreacted a bit (extremely unusual for me, btw, just as my husband)…
It’s not the children at all.
The mice are back.
And now my mind is on FULL lock-down.
I gotta get to my rice before they do.
To the crackers.
I gotta gotta gotta.
I should have known.
It was too good to last.
A mouse-free house…
Hashtag Murphy’s Law, Baby! #murphyslaw