I get e-mails from Bright Horizons about raising your kids and usually skip over them as they are, most of the time, pertaining to older kids, but I read the most recent one. It was talking about spending every moment you can with your kids. To experience life with them. To remember back to your childhood summers and how free and fun they were and have that much freedom and fun with your kids. What caught my attention was this statement: "Remember, how many summers do you get when you are 1-year-old, or 2, or 6, or 7? Only one. And how many summers do you get when you are with a 2, 4, or 10-year-old?" It was a great reminder to me to not let those fun moments slip away. To create memories with my kids so they can look back when they have kids and remember how fun the summertimes were.
I saw our resident mouse again the other night. He/she was traversing across the top of the bookshelf downstairs. My dad was so sweet to leave some mouse traps. When I saw him (the mouse, not my dad), I went and got a trap and set up a little "treat" for the mouse. I managed to not spring the trap amidst the cobwebs in the ceiling. I took a picture the next day of the trap (I can't see up that high, so I figured the digital camerca would come in handy to see if I caught it). No mouse. I also saw that there's no possible way for the mouse to get to the trap as there is a floor board that comes down right on top of the heating duct. Well.. this won't do any good. I still need to move it. I just have to work up enough gumption to spring the trap, put my hand in cobwebs and pull it out. Or I can just leave it up there and go get another trap. To me, that sounds like the most logical thing to do. The less cobwebs, the better.
I planted my "garden" yesterday with my moms help. Everything is in pots except two pumpkin plants and one zuchinni plant (they are in a little area by the deck). Carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, zuchinni and beans are all in pots on my back porch. I was hoping for a garden this year, but we're getting a new septic system instead. I didn't think it would be fair to the workers if I planted a garden and then they tore it all up and I yelled at them. I really wouldn't yell. I'd probably cry. So I'm saving myself from crying AND am going to enjoy some yummy veggies. See? Best of both worlds :) I just watered all the little sprigs and now it's going to rain. I hope no one drowns and I hear them weeping for their friends in the pots next door. That would be sad.
Since there's a severe thunderstorm warning, I'm thinking it wouldn't be a bad idea for me to turn my computer off. Before I do that, I need to post this. And before I do that, I need to say one more thing about the mouse. I was telling my mouse tale to my mom and said that it was white. She proceeded to say that field mice are either brown, gray or black. Hmmmm....unless it's albino, she said, then someone's pet mouse is living in your basement. Pleasant. I'm going to kill someone's pet. Or a snakes meal in which the snake could starve without it and then I'd still be killing someone's pet snake. Sad to say, I don't feel one bit guilty. If the mouse was smart enough to get out of it's cage and house, it's smart enough not to eat the peanut butter, thus saving itself one more day. No remorse here. Though I will make Ed get it when it is dead.
Lightining is flashing. Must go.