What I am about to show you, I really shouldn't. No one should have to see this kind of carnage, but I need to heal from this traumatic experience and blogging can be part of that. Basically, some stuff went down during nap time that Tank apparently saw but chose not to report, because he "didn't want to disturb me." Oh buddy, Mama was disturbed! I shuffled out into the kitchen around 2:30 pm saw the mess and literally flipped a biscuit. Instead of calmly cleaning it up, I grabbed my phone, snapped a picture, and frantically, began texting it to Mr. P.
What was it, you ask, that got me all in a tizzy? Well, let the picture speak for itself.
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That, my friends, is a wide-eyed, but very dead mouse. Honestly, I can't type that without cringing. I had no warning that this might greet me, because I didn't know we had a trap set even though I'd been bopping around the kitchen all morning! Beyond uncool! I did pull Tank aside after it was all over and assured him that if he happens upon any dead mice around the house, he has my permission to disturb me.
Anyway, I left it there, while I picked up CC from school and contemplated my options. I could try to convince Mr. P to leave work early. Highly unlikely. I could beg my Father-in-law to drive 20 minutes to clean it up. I'd feel guilty. Tank might be up for it. Knowing him it'd end up on his head somehow. I thought of just staying out of the house either for the rest of the afternoon and evening, or the rest of my life. But alas, homework and dinner must be done.
But when I pulled up to the house, I thought to myself: Self, you are a grown you-know-what woman with three kids that has endured natural labor, deployments, sick kids and very long lines at the DMV. Surely, I can remove a rigamortis-ridden vermin. Surely! Well, not so surely, but I did get 'er done, screaming like a little girl through the entire gosh-awful process! The girls hid in the other room, Tank watch from a far; and when it was all over, he reported to his sisters, "Mom did it and she didn't even die!" No, I didn't! Mr. P owes me big time for filling in on this most sacred of husbandly duties.
Yes, I spent 3 perfectly good takes on Mouseageddon, but I thought this might inspire Cari to have a Carrion Photography Themed Thursday? What say you, Cari? Too soon, perhaps?
5. Also, I wanted to thank everyone for all the comments from the Yes, No, Maybe Takes last friday! I came away feeling less weird about my turkey hate and apparently, Disneyland isn't all that scary! In fact, some of you guys enjoyed the experience! Awesome. I did feel a little lame that I AM THE ONLY PERSON WHO DOES NOT CUT HER KIDS' HAIR. I feel guilty about this, but I must say that we did try to cut our son's hair, but he always looked like a prisoner at a Siberian work camp.
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Sometimes, you just have to put up the white flag and admit you can't do it all. But hats off to the many wise and scissor wielding ladies! You rock!
** WARNING DOWNTON ABBEY SPOILER ALERT UP FOR EPISODE 4 in the following Take!
6. Speaking of carnage and distress and wise ladies, what the Downton? Why in the world did the writers kill off Sybil? I liked her best, but perhaps they were tired of the whole Irish revolutionary sub-plot. But seriously, how terrible were the doctors! Dr. Clarkson, their family doctor for almost a quarter of a century, acts like a complete jerk when Sybil goes into Toxic shock seizures. At least pretend to help! His I-told-you-so attitude is almost as bad as Mary and Lord Grantham's acting in that scene. Thank the good Lord that at least Sybil's mom and hubby showed some emotion!
7. On a lighter note, have you seen the Edith with googly eyes tumbler feed?
I don't actually get the whole thing, but I still laugh. Maybe because it's February or something!
Ok, have a great weekend!!! Join Jen (who nicely linked to Boring Blog last week and brought on some serious traffic!) for more 7QTs!