Mommy mouse crazy

Last night we had supper club. It was a fantastic meal with good company and great Sangria! (Thanks Deb and welcome to the club.) Anyway, those of you who have been to my house know that my mother is eternally ashamed of my lack of house keeping skills. I truly do suck at it. It isn't her fault. I'm just bad at it. I also live with 3 agents of chaos plus my husband. That is not to say that I am not a contributor to the clutter, but it is easier to blame it on them than on myself. Plus, I typically don't leave my legos, dolls and reams of artwork lying around the house. But I am getting off point. So this past week and especially Saturday, there was a lot of running around, cleaning up, and getting things ready for the dinner party.

I did a lot of errands yesterday. Princess had a birthday party at the Grand Forest and needed to be picked up at the park afterwards. I also had to get last minute ingredients for the fish tacos which were my contribution to the dinner. Along with prepping and cooking the meal, I had to pick up our babysitter who lives in the next town over. Oh what a day!

So this morning, I woke up to a day which was surprisingly beautiful. Sun was shining but this being Spring, there was still a little bit of chill in the air. I got out of bed and picked up the hoodie that I was wearing yesterday during all my errands. Don't tell me you've never done that -- grabbed something out of the dirty laundry saying to yourself, "What was I thinking to have put that in there..." So don't judge me. I went to the dining room which was looking sparkly clean and I sat to have a leisurely cup of coffee with my darling husband.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something on my left shoulder -- I thought that my hair must be blowing in the breeze. But wait -- I was inside the house. There was no flippin' breeze. WTF was that?!? I jumped out of my chair ran my fingers through my hair as fast as I could, pulled on the neck of my jacket and screamed, "Oh GOD!!! Oh GOD!!! There's something in my hair!!!" My husband was not compassionate at all but he did look through my hair. While I was on full freak out mode, my back turned towards him, he looked through my hair and yelled, "AAAAHHHHH!!!" in a completely believable panicky fashion. I jumped about 3 feet in the air and start tearing off my jacket and wildly swinging my head around to shake off the nasties in my hair. To which my husband just laughed uncontrollably. He told me that he couldn't resist scaring me. So he calmed me down and proceeded to look through my hair again.

This is what he said to me, "Honey, I don't see anything here. There's nothing here... Oh wait."

Oh. Wait.

Those two words sent me off the deep end again. Again with the screaming, the jumping up and down, the pulling at my clothes and shaking my head around. Meanwhile, my husband was doubled over laughing at me. He later told me that he sincerely thought that there was something there when he said, "Oh wait..." Unlike the panicked "AAAHHHHH!!!" from earlier, he was not just playing with me. He also said that the minute "oh wait," left his mouth, he knew the reaction it was going to get from me.

My sweet daughter came out from her room dressed for school and also refused to look for the bug in my hair. But she sat down in my seat at the table and within a few minutes screamed and ran from the table just like her mother. There was a inchworm on the seat next to hers. That inchworm was probably on my jacket from the previous day. That inchworm scared the bejeesus out of me.

Later, my husband told Princess,"Mommy went crazy. She went eating-your-babies crazy. Like if you were mice, she would have eaten you right up -- that's how crazy she went."

There are only a few times I've seen my husband laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe. This morning was one of them. Face all pink and almost falling on the floor.

I'm glad to have been of entertainment.