Ive been divorced now for about 2 years. I have come to be very independent these days and have gotten used to and kinda like not having a man around! I don't have to worry about the toliet seat being left up...I don't have to cook dinner if I don't wanna....when watching a show the channels arent being flipped through the commercials...etc. I do kinda miss the trash being taken out once in a while and definitely the trash can taken out to the curb every week then brought back up. But for the most part living by myself has been nice.
Well, NOT today! Most of you may know I have recently moved into the home I grew up in. My parents are renting it to me. Its big, well HUGE. My kids have a nice big back yard, a playroom and they dont have to share a room. I was kinda hesitant when the idea came up but moved in and have come to kinda like it.
Well, NOT today!Kyle has been wakin up kinda early the last few days...as in 5:45 early. I stay in bed and let him roam the house and he usually comes in and bugs me til I get my lazy butt up to turn the TV on for him. So this morning when he woke up, I thought id trick him I went downstairs about 6 and got him some more chocolate milk. Brought it up to him told him to go back to sleep. Ya Right! 10 minutes later he was in my room bugging me. He gave up went dowstairs for a few minutes then back up bugging me more! Finally I got up. Sat on the couch turned a lil sesame street on and kinda closed my eyes. Kyle goes into the kitchen and is a lil too quiet for my liking. I told Cody (mostly cuz I was still half asleep) to go see what his brother was doing. Cody starts to giggle and laugh so immediately I jump up and go into the kitchen where I find the fridge open and then Cody says "Kyle's playing with a mouse mom!" AWWWWWWWW! You have got to be kidding me?! There on the 2nd shelf in MY fridge is a DEAD mouse!!! I scream for them to shut the fridge and I run get my phone and frantically call my poor dad who gets to hear me scream and yell how gross this is and how I dont wanna live here and yada yada yada! I ask him when he's coming over to take care of it? He then says "well did u throw it away it yet?" Once again, are you kidding me? I am independent and I can take the trash out, I can unclog a toliet, I can clean poop off the carpet or couch (which I have on way too many occasions). But I draw the line at picking up and disposing a dead mouse out of my fridge!!!! Needless to say he came over right away to do it! Today I missed having a man around the house!!! PS.So, now I have someone coming to help me with this....now Im questioning how this dead mouse got into my fridge? Im gonna have to say its safe to say my autistic son Kyle must have picked it up and placed it in there. Why me? Why? Having mice is a whole other issue which believe me is being addressed and taken care of or Im movin out! But why did my son have to touch it? And when did he do this? how many times did he touch my face with those same fingers that touched the dead mouse?! I mean.....ewww.
