I didn’t sleep too good last night — I was worried there would be mice running around my bedroom. I mean, where there is one, there must be another, right?? Don’t they multiply like crazy, like bunnies? Although I would be much happier if a wild bunny broke into my house. I’d probably lay out the bread and make him sandwiches. But no mice, no, thank you!
So I kept waking up thinking I was hearing the sound of little gross feet running through my kitchen. There is no way I would be able to hear that from the bedroom, but whatever, sometimes my imagination gets away from me. I woke up at 3 a.m. and I really had to pee, but I didn’t want to get out if bed. What if I ran into a mouse when I turned on the light in the bathroom?? I finally made myself get up at 4:30 a.m. to use the bathroom, no mice around, but I was watching the whole time. How can an adult woman be so scared of a little mouse?? Cause they are gross and are not paying any rent!
My husband checked the traps this morning, and we didn’t have any new customers. Could it really be just the one mouse?? He went down into our crawl space this afternoon and plugged up some holes and spaces around the openings for the pipes for our gas store and the kitchen sink. He put out some more traps down in the basement crawl space as well. Maybe that will help.
And I continued to clean again today — I washed the kitchen rugs, I vacuumed, I scrubbed the rest of the dishes that I didn’t finish yesterday. I washed the kitchen counters so many damn times. It was exhausting and I feel like I have nothing to show from my weekend except wrinkly, dried hands. I was going to get out in the garden, and read my library book and just enjoy the sun. I did go to an outdoor yoga class this morning with my favorite instructor! But other than that, I cleaned the kitchen.
I hope there won’t be any more mice. This has already become a fulltime job and I have to work my actual fulltime job tomorrow. Hopefully the damn mice will just go back outside and leave us alone, and I can stop cleaning the kitchen like a crazy person. Sigh.
Notes from a Self Quarantine 