It happened.

I've really hoped I would never have to write these words, folks, but today it happened.

I saw a mouse, inside my house!!!

I HATE (underline, underline, BOLD) mice. They make my spine do this gyrating thing and I'm pretty sure they are the grossest creatures in the world. Well maybe except for bats, which are pretty ugly, but not as dirty as mice. I have this deeply ingrained detestment for the furry little rodents. I know not why, only that I do, and though I don't like to be a reactive sort of person, when I see a mouse, in my house, I freak out. Which I did, only inwardly because I was holding the baby, who I was trying to get to sleep.

Ok so that was 4 hours and ago, and, changing the subject, she just went down. I mean Oh. My. God child! We did everything under the sun and my boobs have essentially lost all feeling from nonstop nursing. She gets so close she's there. And then I ever so gently start to extrapolate myself, freezing in place if she starts to wake up a touch. If she's kind of limp and wet noodley then I oh so slowly lay her down. And then, magically, as soon as her head touches that crib mattress, "Waaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!". Shit. Start over. Times four hours.

Any way going back to the mouse thing. I don't know what we're going to do. We need to get mouse traps but what happens if it goes off and Mike is at work. No Way! I'm just so bummed that this has happened. I thought we had this nice little secure bungalow, free from disgusting critters but now my sense of security has been compromised. And if you are judging my seeming ridiculousness about this mouse fear then you truly have no idea what it's like to be grossed out this bad. I hate mice.
and truth be told, squirrels, because they look a little too much like mice, with furry tails.