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Sometimes When I Clean… I See Dead Things
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Mouse Guest

Sometimes When I Clean… I See Dead Things

  Imagine your biggest fear up close, right your face. It happened to me and I still have heebies all up in my jeebies. Also my throat is raw from screaming like the victim in a B-rated horror flick.   I spent the better half of yesterday in our basement sorting and purging all minimalist-like. My goal was to condense the piles of Rubbermaid storage bins into a less “hoardery” number. I started with my old teacher books and supplies because after ten years in “retirement” it’s time to let it go and free up some storage space in the process. Then moved on to the bins of Halloween decor.   Before I could get very far, I called my husband downstairs and asked if he could possibly fix the light hanging in the storage area. I had yanked the string on it a bit too hard and pulled it right out of the socket. I was left in the dark. My spouse stared blankly at the light and said, “I don’t know how to fix that. Use a flashlight, maybe?” He’s tremendously helpful, especially when he’s in the middle of watching a football game.  I was making great progress[…]

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Mouse Guest

‘Twas the night before, the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a except for a mouse. At lights out our “Elf On the Shelf” gets up to some crazy tricks, but last night he was respectfully quiet. By the way, I think there might be something going on between him and Mr. Potato Head. I’m not judging, just saying. But, Hubby was not impressed that the elf and his spuddy polished off the last of the fruitcake. Our dog who blesses us with nightly “canine night terror howls” was also uncharacteristically silent. And our daughter (part girl-part night-owl) who has been waking up every night for hours finally gave us a break too. She and her brother stayed quietly nestled in their beds all night, and their day slept soundly with limited snoring, probably dreaming of sugar plums dancing in his head (the guy has a ridiculous sweet tooth). As I attempted to drift off to sleep in my kerchief, I heard a “scratching, scurrying” sound from the ceiling directly above my head. It could only be a mouse. Or perhaps a herd of mice. I’m terrified of rodents.I plugged my[…]

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