In my effng downstairs closet! It's where we keep the dog food, fish food and random kitchen appliances (I don't like extra things on my counters). I'm so entirely grossed out and I spent 2 hours taking everything out, vacuuming and scrubbing all the shelves. I'm so freaking tired that I actually cried tears while doing this. I never cry. Then... I got a package in the mail. I open it and it's a book from a client for Haddock. The title... count to 10 with a mouse.
I laughed hysterically.
Haddock is in his swing and the vacuum is running. I'm going to invent a vacuum with soft, medium, and loud noise variations... specifically for babies.
I'm so mean I called my SO and blamed the mouse situation on him. I told him it's his fault for not fixing the dryer vent. Now I feel guilty because he's on his way to a funeral...I'm such a bitch.
I opening a bottle of wine because at least if I have a glass or 2 it'll be more fun trying to entertain a very pissed off baby.
No real point to this aside from the fact that I don't do much complaining on here and I'm freaking tired and I want someone else to understand.
Thank you...I'm finished now 8-X
Re: The leavings of a mouse...
L: 7/12/13
C: 5/11/15
E: 3/7/17
Due 11/10/18
If it makes you feel better I've had days where my job makes me stabby and I've walked into the kitchen to take a swig of wine. In the middle of the afternoon. Sorry not sorry.
My little love was born July 20th, 2013!
BFP 11.11.12
TTC #1 Since March 2012
Not a prob! Is what she said about the vet true?
Yeah. I'm curious about all this now. I think someone's been caught
2. Sorry for your bad day @Asbromle and @citrusfamily.
3. I laughed at the part where you yelled at your SO while he was on his way to a funeral. I would do that.
4. First rule about hamster fight club: don't talk about hamster fight club.
5. I feel like this was a hamster Hunger Games spin off. You put them in a huge arena to battle to the death. You set out a food and water cornucopia. They're determined to kill each other, but ultimately, their fate more likely lies in the hands of predators, infection, and exposure.
OK, my mouse story:
When I was staying at my parents' house there were piles of sunflower seeds all in between my sheets. My mom was like, "Oh it must be that mouse or pack rat we have, he keeps hoarding our stuff. Just the other night he stole my orchid from upstairs."
I FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT. There was a mouse or pack rat or who-the-hell-knows-what in my bed. Possibly while I was sleeping. I had thought that scratching noise all night was one of their dogs. Nope.
For the record, I didn't shoot the mouse.
L: 7/12/13
C: 5/11/15
E: 3/7/17
Due 11/10/18