Last week, Justin took the high schoolers on a Mission Trip. Which meant that I kept things going on the home front. And since our trip to Arkansas, I've learned that Julianne hates road trips. So I couldn't really go anywhere with the kids. That would be torture to myself her. So I ended up finding some simple things to do around here.
But as the week went on, I was tired. You can see I took less and less pictures as the week went on, (see Project Life Tuesday post) because it took energy to get up and find my phone, which was always located up high so Julie won't eat it.
Note to Apple: Why make the iPhones so shiny and pretty that even 16 month olds want to play with it? But when it ends up in their hands, they immediately malfunction?
Cause I wouldn't know. Ahem.
All that to say, that I'm glad Justin is back home! Parenting is hard enough with two people..let alone one!
Speaking of little critters...we've been dealing with a mice issue. Long story short, mice have come into our house and proceeded to make themselves at home. So we retaliated with poison, mousetraps, etc. And yet, they still called our house their place. When we went outside, we saw where they could possibly be coming in. We stuck steel wool up in there hoping that would fix it.
And it did. For a week.
So while Justin was on the Mission Trip, I was laying on the couch watching some 19 Kids and Counting. I saw a flash brown from the couch to the ottoman.
Nah, that couldn't be a mouse...
Oh, but it could. Not only that, the little guy stuck his head out of the ottoman and peered at me. As if I was in HIS house. He stared at me so long that we made eye contact.
People...I made eye contact with a mouse.
He tucked himself under my ottoman and then proceeded to run around.
I then proceeded to freak out. I jumped up on the couch, then jumped over to the recliner. And then ran down to the bedroom to put on some boots. I don't know why, I just have this fear of being barefoot and stepping on a mouse...
Yech. Even thinking about that grosses me out.
Anyways, after I was all suited up with my winter boots on, I proceeded to spray peppermint essential oil all around. Mice hate it. And I didn't see him run around again.
The next day I went outside and saw that although they may not be able to chew through steel wool, they can burrow around the steel wool. Gross. I stuffed more steel wool and then called our rental agency. And after some go around, they got someone out here to seal the foundation Whew.
Maybe that will fix the problem. I hope.
Cause making eye contact with a mouse, is just plain creepy.