A Beast of a Post

We are cleaning the kids' room, which has reached catastrophic proportions...seriously. There are piles upon piles. I can't pack piles, especially when half of each pile consists of old school papers. The kids don't mind packing every paper they have ever touched with pen, scissors or stickers, but one only wants to lug so many boxes, you know?

Anyway, as they are sorting through their junk and clothes, I hear my boy call from across the room.

"Uh, Mama? What are these brown things moving in my drawer?"

Who ever really wants to hear that question? Not I, I can assure you.
Ew.

Just a sweet little mouse family, making a lovely nest in my child's pajama drawer. I think they even had a door mat and a "Home Sweet Home" picture. The worst part though, was while I was trying to pull the drawer out, the mommy mouse came and grabbed up one of the babies and was trying to get it out to safety. I absolutely hate that my natural maternal instinct was "RUN, LITTLE MOMMY, RUN! PROTECT THAT BABY!!" I took the whole drawer out, put it on the front porch and shut the door. I figured my big, strong husband could deal with it when he got home from work. We found the rescued baby the next day, all nestled in and crying in my daughter's Barbie drawer--which we had just scoured because of mouse evidence.

Have I mentioned that I hate mice? I hate mice so much that I am postponing my daughter's first birthday blog to tell how much I hate mice.

I think I miss my cat.