Anybody else call their daddy last night crying and screaming ’cause they saw a mouse in their kitchen? No? Just me?
Have you ever read my “100 things about me page?” Please, go take a looksie – at number 38 in particular.
So when I saw that thing I about fell out! I called Smoochy hollering about the mouse I just saw and he said “uh, what do you want me to do? I’m in Texas.” Wrong answer sir. Wrong answer. I told him to call his daddy, consult the book of good husbands, call a friend and call me back when he had something better to say to me. I don’t require a lot of hand holding or rescuing on a regular basis, but my fear of the rodent is real and I need some comforting.
So I did what any self respecting 40 year old woman would do – I called my father and told him I was freaked out. And that I had some smothered potatoes on the stove I needed to get, but I was scared. But that I didn’t want to burn the house down. And all this hollering and crying I was doing? Was silent – like Edvard Munch’s The Scream. I didn’t want to freak LG out – no need to pass on what I realize is an irrational fear to her. So I’m sitting on my bed, crying, asking my dad to help me. From 1800 miles away. And you know what? He helped me. He told me to calm down, take some deep breaths, and not to scare LG. He told me he’d stay on the phone with me while I went downstairs and turned the potatoes off. And he did.
If you’re wondering where LG was during all of this – she was at the table eating her dinner. Ignorance is bliss.
I got the potatoes off the stove. I told LG to finish her dinner so we could go to karate/the gym and we broke camp.
Smoochy called back and asked me if I wanted to check into a hotel for the night. I sure the heck did. But I didn’t. I realized that’s a waste of funds. But God in heaven knows I really, really, really, really wanted to pack a bag and go check in somewhere. So he tells me he’ll call me back. After I dropped LG off at karate, but before I made it to the gym, he called back telling me he’d be home today and that the exterminator was coming at 9:00. That sir? Is the right answer.
We made it home. I got LG bathed and in bed and I watched a fantastic episode of S.candal. If you don’t watch – you are missing out I tell ya! Anyhow, I finally fell asleep around 11, but I kept waking up and looking around my room ’cause I thought I heard a mouse. Phobias are real y’all.
Thank God we made it out of the house without another sighting. I hope Smoochy and el exterminator work it out this morning ’cause I just can’t deal with any other possibility.
And tomorrow? Somebody please call me to make sure I haven’t passed out from inhaling bleach fumes – the whole house is getting a wipe down!