So after all the excitement we have had over the past week, hubby had to come home and “ruin” all our “fun”.
He took the kids out shopping for mouse traps. The Bear argued with him the entire time that they were not looking for “traps” they were looking for “cages”. Hubby just smiled and nodded, grabbed the traps and booked it out of the store.
By the time they got home I was up-stairs submerged to my chin in warm bubbles. Being a super awesome hubby, he got the kids all cozied up in their jammies, gathered their blankies and stuffies, pillows and sleeping bags and turned the livingroom into a wonderful kid sized campground. He settled them in and pushed “play all” on the “She-ra” DVD. Placing a freshly cracked bulk package of gummie worms between them they were set for the night!
For the next 20 minutes all I hear is *SNAP* “ARGGGGH”, *SNAP* “SCHMIDT!”, *SNAP* “PUCKER”, *SNAP* “@#$%^&*@#$%^&*”. I have to admit that with each snap I was giggling a little harder. After all this he comes upstairs and I innocently (and with a straight face!) ask what is going on. So he tells me all about his frustration with these new style of mouse trap and about how stupid the design of the damn things is! (because it has nothing to do with the operator). Then he asks me where else I would like a trap to be, so far he has successfully set up 2 traps. So I give him a list of another 3 places…*hehehe*
He goes downstairs and determined-ly (is that a word?) sets to work to make his wifes mouse trapping dreams come true! Once he has them all in place he comes back upstairs to ask if I am ever coming out of the tub (I have now been in there for 2.5 hours!) to which I reply “are the kids asleep?”. “No” he says and gives me a look that says “if you say anything about the gummie worms I make you empty the traps”. So I stay in the tub for another hour!
We finally try to go to bed at about 10:30pm, but the kids wont fall asleep, they are too wired, to excited about catching mice in cages, and too revved up about camping in the living room with the mice that eat children and the dog who eats mice who eat children…
I give the kids 3 strikes and then march them up to their beds…entering my sons room I see that his bed has turned into a library! Each book on display in perfect horizontal rows covering the entire surface of the double bed. I look down at my grinning little boy and tell him in a stern voice that he has to the count of 5 to clear off his bed! With that I turn to go into my daughters room…and hear from behind me the sound of 50 books hitting the floor simultaneously! Guess I should have been more clear in my expectation that they would end up back on the shelf *sigh*.
Opening my eyes after cringing I see that there is no bedding on my daughters bed. I distinctly remember putting sheets back on her bed after the peepee fiasco of the night prior. So I turn to her and ask her what is going on…her answer “I peed the bed Mommy!” I dont get it, so I give her a funny look that says “what are you talking about?” she sighs, rolls her eyes, and matter of factly states “we were playing Baby-Baby and the mommy didnt change our bumbs fast enough!” So they stripped the bed! Nice…on with the search for clean bedding for a queen sized bed that will pass the royal princess’ approval!
Alright, back on track, kids are physically in their beds, their lights are off, their doors are closed…Hubby and I climb into bed, he pulls up the blankets as I roll over to turn off the light…and there beside the bed is a pouting 3 year old. “Want Daddy snuggles!”…sorry honey, you have your own bed for a reason! I take her back to bed 3 more times, the last time I say…”If you want to go to the zoo tomorrow, you will lay down, close your eyes and go to sleep right now!” I give her a kiss and leave the room. As I lay back down in bed, I quickly turn off the lights hoping that I will get to go to sleep now. Then we hear a click, our door is pushed open, my son comes in, chuggs back my water bottle, turns on his heal and goes back to bed with a resounding click of his door. I sigh, NOW I can go to sleep. *SNAP*!
I grin! Hubby heads downstairs, opens the baking cupboard and there in the trap is a mouse…a large mouse! Hubby crouches there for a minute…is it dead? There is a lot of blood, but just its arm is actually stuck in the trap…Hubby grabs the trap and runs outside in his boxers to releases it into the organics bin…if it isnt dead it will be permanently mangled! He goes back in the house feeling great that this mouse problem was so easy to fix. Just to be sure, he resets the trap…*SNAP* “AAARRRGGGHH” our big dog books it up the stairs to hide in our bedroom (he is not permitted in our bedroom, so it is really strange for him to pass the threshold). Hubby leans into the cupboard to replace the trap. He closes the cupboard door and *SNAP*…he opens the cupboard door and sees that the trap is fine.
Opening the door to the pantry he sees a little tiny mouse, definately dead, smooshed in the trap. He disposes of that one the same as the first. He resets the trap, washes his hands, turns out the lights and comes back to bed.
For the next 15 minutes he talks excitedly (a little bit like a puffed up macho man, back straight, chest out, muscles flexed) about how it is all in the peanut butter with an almond combo, gets them every time, they just cant resist it, some people like to argue with me about that, but I am just right every time…..
After about 5 minutes I start to giggle, saying things like: oh yeah!, that’s right!, every time!. Suddenly he looks over at me, frowns, lays down in bed with his back to me and the last thing I hear is a grumble about how I am not a very appreciative damsel!
I fall asleep with a grin, happy that I dont have to dream about being nibbled on by mice!