This is a brief addition to this week’s blog... sort of a late breaking news kind of a thing.
I got up this morning, showered, dressed and walked into the kitchen and for once I could see the floor.
For the past week I have been trying very hard to get the kids to pitch in more around the house and to become more adept at washing out their dirty dishes. It's what? Wednesday? So three days down, the rest of the summer to go.
As I walk into the kitchen I notice a large cylindrical basket, the type where the mesh is large enough that one can easily see into it. It's turned upside down on what looks like a brown fluffy hair ball. I squinted and looked closer and noticed the ball had ears and a tail.
I dropped down on my hands and knees to get a closer peek and sure enough a small rodent sat miserably on the floor under the basket.
It looked like a cross between a mouse and a tiny tiny guinea pig, with long fur, and I furrowed my brow in confusion. I live in a hot dry deserty area, what freak of nature would give a poor mouse a heavy summer coat like that.
On closer inspection, the back legs didn't seem to be functioning and the critter did not look well.
I stood up and announced to the house hold in my loudest voice, one of those phrases I never could have imagined myself saying before I had children. "Alright, who put the basket over the mouse?"
The only child up and awake, my youngest son sauntered into the room. "I did."
"I didn't want it to get away."
I don't think it was going anywhere, but at least it kept the household pets away from it.
This is the same son who accidentally dropped an egg on the floor yesterday morning and then cleaned it up by draping a bath towel over it and walking away.
So now I'll have to wait for one of my older sons to wake up and dispose of what I hope will be a dead mouse at that point.
I'm going to have to lay down the law to my dog and cat that is for sure!!!