the mice start to move in.
Yesterday morning, I was awakened by the sound of my almost three-year-old crying at the top of his lungs. I knew that Wilbert was, getting ready to head out to the barn, so I thought I would let him take care of it. Then I thought I heard Joash say he had an accident in bed, so I figured I better get up and give Wilbert a hand.
But, no, that wasn't the problem. Joash said he heard a "tweet" in his room when he was trying to fall back asleep. Then Wilbert said he thought he had heard a mouse while he was eating breakfast. So, I took Joash up stairs with me to bed and let Wilbert set some mouse traps.
Now we rarely have kids sleep in the bed with us. I was hoping that since it was still pretty dark outside, Joash might fall back asleep and I would be able to get at least another half hour of sleep myself. But, I decided we were finished sleeping when a little almost three-year-old nose touched mine and I was asked by a very serious almost three -year-old, "Mom, do you know how to play the tambourine?"
After further investigation, we found many "gifts" left behind by the mouse all over the basement, including in Joash's room.
Now we have many traps set. But no sign of the mouse last night. When I got Joash up this morning, the first thing he said to me was, "No tweets last night!"
I am hoping this mouse found some nicer lodging elsewhere...like outside would be very nice, don't you think?
Yesterday morning, I was awakened by the sound of my almost three-year-old crying at the top of his lungs. I knew that Wilbert was, getting ready to head out to the barn, so I thought I would let him take care of it. Then I thought I heard Joash say he had an accident in bed, so I figured I better get up and give Wilbert a hand.
But, no, that wasn't the problem. Joash said he heard a "tweet" in his room when he was trying to fall back asleep. Then Wilbert said he thought he had heard a mouse while he was eating breakfast. So, I took Joash up stairs with me to bed and let Wilbert set some mouse traps.
Now we rarely have kids sleep in the bed with us. I was hoping that since it was still pretty dark outside, Joash might fall back asleep and I would be able to get at least another half hour of sleep myself. But, I decided we were finished sleeping when a little almost three-year-old nose touched mine and I was asked by a very serious almost three -year-old, "Mom, do you know how to play the tambourine?"
After further investigation, we found many "gifts" left behind by the mouse all over the basement, including in Joash's room.
Now we have many traps set. But no sign of the mouse last night. When I got Joash up this morning, the first thing he said to me was, "No tweets last night!"
I am hoping this mouse found some nicer lodging elsewhere...like outside would be very nice, don't you think?
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