hey hey ho ho that varmint there has got to go
I'm going insane here, people. Not the usual insane. The other insane.
There's a dead mouse in the basement. I know this because I saw it. I saw the sleeve of saltines it desecrated Wednesday, and when I went to a grab a music stand this morning, it was lazing around in the mousetrap.
It's still there. There are frozen pizzas in the freezer down there that I really want to consume, but I will not. Until the husband comes and disposes of Stuart Little.
Then this morning, as I went to the kitchen to make my children their traditional Friday Chocolate Chip Waffles, I saw a spider on the counter. Not a little one, one of the big gross disgusting only-ever-found-in-the-Amazon ones. I stood there, unsure of what to do because it was close to a bag of produce and you KNOW the second I'd try to smash it it would escape and then I'd have to spend the entire day in the car.
Miraculously, I managed to smack a cup on top of it. And it is still under that cup. It will remain under that cup until the husband returns home. Oh sure, he'll mock me. That's fine. I am carrying his child in my uterus and all I ask - nay, DEMAND is that vermin of the non-human variety are to be attended to by HIM. That's all. Oh, and home and shelter and all car maintenance. And snuggles. And computers. And cameras. n'stuff. I'm seriously one lucky woman.
It's getting colder fast, and I'm well-aware that the mild winter we had last year was directly related to my fragile mental state due to the up-in-the-air-ness of the husband's work situation, and since we are relatively stable-ish now, Mother Nature shan't be pulling any punches. And we know how much I adore winter (no.no.no). I used to love fall, until I moved here and realized what came next.
People, my wanderlust is hitting so hard I can barely breathe. There's a mouse in my basement, I live in the most idyllic but tiny midwest town that shut down its gifted and talented program so she is reading at a 3rd grade level, learning her alphabet AGAIN. It's fine, like I said, she's in the right place for her emotional level, but I'm jittery.
Last year I had the most amazing trip to NYC to look forward to and now that the leaves are turning, I can't help but think about it obsessively. Mostly because I would give my soul for a cream cheese and lox bagel with capers right now.
I snapped this right before I had the best nap I have ever had in my life, right there in Central Park. HEAVENLY. It was a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity and I ate it up with a spoon, and I need something, on a smaller scale to look forward to right now. Because it's going to snow, I'm going to have a newborn and a massive case of psychosis that is my gift when I birth humans. YAY.
And there's a mouse in the basement and a spider in the kitchen. DUDE.