Then I hear: "MOM!!! A MOUSE!!!"
Ever since Jacob has seen Tom and Jerry, he always chases "mice." I have a very inventive child, so I was like, Mmm-hmmm.
But then my dogs started going crazy, and I turn my head just long enough to see this little gray mouse run under the door of my coat closet. Nice. Now what?
So I call Doug, leave him a message, and go about my business. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see this thing run out. I'm screaming "Mouse! Mouse!" Like what the heck good would that do? Hey, I've never claimed to have a sane mind during a rodent emergency.
Thankfully Jacob saw where it went (into the dining room) and Molly and Blackie had it cornered under the humidifier. So I moved all the stuff from behind it using my cane (found my handicapped tag that I thought someone stole), and a few things off the top.
Molly and Blackie were going crazy! I moved the humidifier out just a little. Nothing. I pulled it out a little more....nothing! Finally I was like, okay Molly, get ready. I pulled it out all the way, and Jacob (good ol' eagle eye) saw it go behind Moosie's water bowl. It ran out a little bit from there, and kind of looked around frantically. I think it knew it's time was limited. Molly got to it first and byebye mouse.
So I took a rag towel, picked it up (I can't believe I didn't put gloves on first, but I had about 4 layers of towel in my hand), put it in a plastic bag, put the plastic bag in the kitchen garbage bag, then emptied it and put it in the dumpster.
My poor coffee has been in the microwave no less than 5 times getting warmed up. (Yes, same cup). I have to make cupcakes for Jacob's party at Auntie Shawn's with "the kids" tomorrow, and put the goodie bags together. I think that's gonna be about it for me. I am exhauted!!
I have plasmapheresis on Friday, so that should give me a boost. Let's hope so! MG sucks.
