Greetings! It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. I decided around the holidays to take a break from blogging for a couple of reasons. First, the holidaze…as in holiday craziness, is a time I both love and exhaust from. I’m sure many of you can relate. Second, It’s likely our last holiday season living in this fabulous city, and I wanted to be in the moment as much as possible. As my husband knows, this is a touchy subject for me since I’m obsessed with this city, but the fat lady hasn’t sang…so no tears yet. December marked my one year anniversary for this little blog, and I want to thank y’all who have supported me! Lately, my head has been spinning with ideas to post about, so I’m excited to be back.
My first post of 2015 is not “glaMoMorous” at all, but that is what my blog is about. Sharing the glam and craziness. Finding the humor in motherhood, event at its raunchiest moments. I mentioned above how obsessed with San Francisco I am, but I am NOT obsessed with the serious rodent problem in this city. With that being said, this is my tale “Of Mice and Mom”. Two years ago, we moved into this spacious three bedroom, two car garage rental. We were thrilled to have something larger than 900 square feet. The unit has lovely Victorian details, is within walking distance to great restaurants, parks, shops, and even boasts a guest suite downstairs. We could finally host friends and family comfortably. So, let me give a little background to my tale. One year into living here, we started to notice mice droppings. My thinking was, “Okay, no big deal, these things happen, right”. I grew up with farms in my family, where all sorts of creatures entered the house. We schedule a local pest control service, and followed all the suggested advice, but the problem didn’t go away. Every night, around 8pm a little furry friend would scamper up the stairs towards the kitchen. I could witness this happening from the family room. It became a part of my evening routine. Feed the children, bathe the children, read to the children, put the children to sleep, relax on the couch with hubby, see furry friend, go to bed completely grossed out. Sweet!
Here is where the tale takes a turn for the worst. When you think of these little scavengers, you picture them scampering along the baseboards in search of food. They are frightened of humans. They want nothing to do with us, or so I thought. Jack was a baby so I was waking regularly during the night. You know, that very light mommy sleep stage where your ears and mind are tuned in to hear anything ( I actually don’t think this skill ever leaves, once you become a mother, so I guess sleeping is never the same..another great gift from motherhood). Anyhow, I laid in my bed, warm under the cover but not sound asleep. I felt a slight movement on top of my covers near my feet, and it quickly turned to a scamper that trickled up towards my chest. At this point, I realized one brave mouse was scampering up my body! I smacked the furry thing off my chest across the bed and YES I felt every inch of it. Are you kidding me? Did that just happen? This was the end of any decent sleep for me for awhile. Who needed sleep when you could just lay in bed and replay this experience in your head, and hope it didn’t repeat. Even worse, I was ultra paranoid about my children being bothered or crawled on during their sleep. The source of our problem was the construction around our house which up roots nests, so the issue was going to come and go.
One night my husband watched one squeeze through the bottom of our front door. You can barely slide a piece of paper under our door! I’m so glad he/she felt comfortable enough to come “home” using the front door instead of some other obscure entry point. Might as well make a grand entrance! “Hey guys, it’s me, your other family member, the mouse. I’m home!” Mike kept this information from me for a while, since he already thought I needed therapy regarding this issue. I was”googling” anything and everything on mice. Did you know that they can survive for days with no water? Did you know they travel in groups…great!! Did you know their little bodies can shrink up to fit through a hole the size of a pencil eraser. I didn’t believe it, until I witnessed a mouse do just that! I discovered they don’t like peppermint, so our bedroom was dotted with cotton balls soaked in peppermint. By the way, don’t ever rub your eyes after handling peppermint, I learned the hard way. Our room and the kids room smelt like an herbal store, but I convinced Mike it was soothing for everyone. Plus peppermint opened up your respiratory system so that’s good, right? I know they are just mice, and harmless, and I really love the movie Ratatoullie, but you know that scene where the old lady discovers the little chef rat is in her house, and then she shoots a gun at the ceiling towards Remy, and the entire ceiling collapses with a 100 rats falling on her..yep this is where my thoughts would go, but with mice instead of rats. Needless to say Ratatoullie had to be eliminated from the movie selection for a bit, because it prompted dreams about that happening in our house. Did I mention I temporarily went crazy, wouldn’t you if one crawled on you?
The issue improved, after sealing up a hole in our light box, which we discovered was a main entry point for them getting into our walls. For several months, I stopped seeing any mice, and the droppings were gone. RELIEF! I stopped worrying about the kids, and started sleeping normal again. Fast forward to this week. I was reading to the kids, Dr. Seuss’s “Go Dog, Go”, and what did the New Year decide to bring me..my furry friend(s) are back and headed straight for the kitchen. I was alone that night, and remembered Mike saying he “got” a mice with a broom. I’ll spare you details, and don’t judge, we aren’t mean, just desperate. So, here I am in my red plaid rain boots, grey bathrobe, and steady eye, with a broom sitting on my dining table. I had the back door open and it was freezing, but who cares, I was determined! My plan was to sweep it out, as I don’t think I could do much more. I really am an animal/creature lover..just desperate to NOT be these creatures home! After about 20 minutes, I had to just start laughing. LOOK AT ME, only a mom would do this! It’s our maternal instinct to protect at all costs. I wished so badly that I could be like my husband and not lose sleep over this small issue. Many nights, I’d look at him with sleep envy as he snored without a care, while I lay worrying about my sweet babies being bothered. I couldn’t help it though. The day you become a mom, something inside you changes forever. Truth be told, there are much worse things in life to deal with. I’m a bit concerned about MYSELF when my children become teenagers and are out at night. Does the worrying get better? Tell me I’ll have it together by then…ha! I know I can’t protect them from everything, but like any mom, I’ll never stop trying. I didn’t ever catch my furry friend, and I’m fully prepared that one will visit soon. That being said, as sad as I am to leave this city..I can’t wait to leave my furry house squatters and end my tale, “Of Mice and Mom”. Happy New Years all!