The only acceptable Mouse in my life is Mickey.

It's 1 am, and all through house, not a creature was stirring......

Wait...

Scratch that.... There was. And it was in fact, a mouse. There is nothing else like it, waking up to the bulls screaming outside your bedroom window, and rolling over just to watch a mouse run across your bedroom floor. Needless to say, not pleased. I got up to go get a mouse trap, coating the trigger with peanut butter, and managing to snap it on my finger twice. You think i'm clumsy between the hours of 6am and 9pm? After 10 it goes downhill pretty darn fast! So I finally got the trap set and put in a corner of our room and Hubby gets up to use the restroom. Since I just put a trap in our bathroom he went down the hall to the spare. A loud crash and alot of cussing later he comes back in. 'There's a mouse in the bathroom' was the simple statement he uttered before he came back to bed and curled up under the covers. 'Did you kill it?' I asked. 'Nope, but I did close the door' was the already sleepy reply I got. Love that man! So the fact that I never saw the mouse in our bedroom leave, and now there is a mouse in our spare bathroom left my head spinning with the fact that they could potentially take over the house. Why is it that things always seem ten times worse and un-manageable at night? I couldn't stand it anymore so I tiptoed to our bathroom. I slowly opened the door, flicked on the light and............................... Couldn't find anything. Really? What was worse? Knowing that there was a mouse in the bathroom, or knowing that it used to be in the bathroom. I decided to go for the second option, and my dreams definately reflected that. A huge rat decided to permeate my dreams and follow me around. Not only that, but the idea of having mice run around my house prompted me to wake ub about half a million times thinking that an itch, or Bryce moving was in fact the mouse crawling over me.

So it's now 4 am, I have a horrible headache and Char decides it's time to get up. For TWO HOURS I could not convince her otherwise. As I type she is already down for a nap (It's about 9:30 right now) and was not very happy about it. Why is it that when babies need sleep, the last thing they want to do is sleep? Silly babies! I thought that maybe the reason she woke up was the mouse so I scoured her room as I was trying to find binkies this morning and never found one.

To top it all off (and not in a bad way) my family is coming tomorrow. I'm so very excited for them to come, but with the mice running around the house the last thing I need is for my little brother's hair to get chewed off like Pa in Little House on the Prairie. And yes, that is the type of thing that would happen to me. Call me Murphy!!