Wicked Witch of the West

This mouse thing has totally turned me into the Wicked Witch. With several nights of no dead mice in our traps, Forrest and I rigged several traps up with cheese jammed into the trigger. Forrest rigged a few traps to be hair sensitive, and as we left the kitchen, I caught myself rubbing my hands together, murmerring, "I'll get you my pretty, and your little buddy too!". The next morning, we awoke, and voila! DEAD MOUSE!! Of course, my stomach totally flip flopped, and and I had to recruit Forrest into disposing of the beast, but alas! The mouse is dead. I did a little victory dance around the kitchen whilst singing, "Ding Dong, the mouse is dead, the mouse is dead...." and so on. We seem to have caught our critter.

That said, I still feel ridiculously filthy when I walk in my kitchen. Granted, I've scrubbed the counters down pretty good, but for some reason, I feel as though it could be slightly more sanitary. So out with the Clorox wipes, and enter the straight up clorox solution. I plan on spending my afternoon with clorox, gloves, and a tiny toothbrush to clean out every possible crevace these vermin may have touched. Wish me luck!

Baby Steps

Last night.... I vacumned. Aren't you proud of me? I stood in our living room, grabbed my hair and finally screamed, "I've had it!" Only, I didn't scream... I more muttered to myself. I put Shepherd's toys away and vacumned. And it felt wonderful. And while I was vacumning, Forrest did the dishes in the kitchen. My living room was spotless this morning. It felt so wonderful to walk out into a clean living room.

My goal this weekend is to tackle the laundry. I'm sure some of you are thinking that it can't be that bad. Let me explain. Last night, I had to do one load of laundry simply because Forrest had nothing to wear. I mean nothing. At least nothing clean. Which, you know, if I don't wear clean shirts, no one knows... wait, was that to much information? I swear I don't run around every day in dirty clothes... just... you know... sometimes....when the laundry is backed up... you know... because I have a kid and I've been sick.... that's normal... right? Anyways... so I did a load of laundry (actually, Forrest transfered them from washer to dryer because I was in bed exhausted). That said, I have GOT to do laundry this weekend. Which beckons the question. How bad has the laundry situation gotten at your house? I'm contemplating taking the laundry to a laundermat so I can wash everything at one time and dry everything at one time. That's how bad it is.

Anyways... I haven't posted a picture of the lil' man quite a while, here's one post-traumatic haircut (I still haven't blogged about it because I'm just not there emotionally... let's just say it involved a lady who barely spoke english, some scissors, and massive amounts of sobbing and tears by me) and then one of my two men in the snow a few weeks ago.


Mommy promises that in a few weeks the kids at playgroup will stop calling me Lloyd

Aren't they adorable? And isn't my husband HOTT!?