With Glen only home for weekends now, our Saturdays and Sundays feel jam-packed! This Saturday, in amongst all the regular kids' activities, Glen and the kids spent most of the day working on the yard. We're hoping that clearing away some of the leaves and branches might make it a little less inviting for our little mouse invaders. While they were out working, I was doing a major purge on the inside of our house. We've lived here for almost 18-years now, which means we've had a lot of years to accumulate stuff. In other words...it was a long day!
At the end of the day, we were all exhausted and ready to relax for a while, but the house had other plans. Not satisfied with our efforts to make it a BETTER place to live, it opted to show us who was boss...and it clearly isn't us.
Our plumbing line from the kitchen got clogged and our basement flooded. It was gross. It was expensive. And it did nothing to improve the state of our home.
One step forward...two steps back. This fixing up the house stuff is clearly not my thing.
And after that crazy weekend, on Monday morning I got shoved into my place of abject humility once again when I heard a little mouse skittering underneath our sink. I go to scare it off/see if it was caught...
Nope....
Lo and behold, there was the vile creature right there in plain sight, running freely and happily as Mickey himself, in amongst the SEVEN traps we have set up down there. He skillfully navigated around all of them and disappeared before I could think of the irony of it all. And then I got mad.
How mad?
I went to Amazon and ordered mousetraps in bulk. In BIG bulk.
I will prevail.
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