Man Up

One of the (many) reasons I experienced such immense joy on the day I married my sweet husband was the realization that he would be by my side for better or worse, in any and all times of need.  How naive was I?!  Little did I know that in my all-time-GREATEST moment of need, he would be gone.  Not down the street at the supermarket kind of gone either.  No, that would have been merciful!  He was long gone as in Out. Of. Town. :(  Why is it that all things crazy happen when he skips town?..  The irony. Truly.

I HATE being home alone.  Yes I realize having multiple kids at home doesn't really constitute as being alone, but when everyone is nicely tucked into bed and the house is eerily quiet with no one to talk to but yourself, you start to notice things that otherwise might have gone unnoticed.. take the squeaking and scuffling sounds coming from the laundry room for example.. First you think, no way!  I'm overreacting or hearing things because I'm a paranoid disaster of a pregnant female (mind you this happened in January when I was 6 months along - I am NOT pregnant again!).  But just to be safe you decide to put out a glue trap or two.  At this point, you can think it all away if your talented enough, that is until you hear the solidifying sounds of a distressed creature being caught just moments after you set the dumb thing out!  A call to the husband of course goes unanswered and you slowly pull the little trap out from behind the washer to toss the evidence when you find not one, not TWO, but THREE BABY mice!!!  Houston we have a problem.

In the next 24 hours I caught ELEVEN mice.  9 babies and 2 adults.  I choked back more vomit in one day than the remainder of my life combined.  Women and mice aren't meant to cross paths.  PREGNANT women and mice is just pure evil!  Thankfully for my sweet husband I had all creatures disposed of (with the occasional help of my ever eager 6yr old son, Handsome H), and their little home with all it's immense mess underneath the washing machine thoroughly bleached before he even stepped foot in the door.  If that's not cause for some intense chocolate therapy I don't know what is!  The moral of the story?  Don't ever let your husband leave town.  Work may be important, but the emotional stability of one's wife is a fragile commodity you don't want to live without!  And while I may have been able to man up for 24 hours, I much prefer to let certain jobs be his - it keeps a healthy relationship healthy.  And me still capable of eating dinner! ;P