Bleck

I am desperately trying to remember that "A merry heart does good, like medicine, but a broken spirit dries the bones."

I am not doing too good today on my house-cleaning (and, no, blogging is not helping that fact). I have folded clothes and cleaned mouse poop out from under my cabinets. We finally caught the offending mousey, so I pulled everything out of the cabinets and cleaned. I don't like mice. I don't like mouse poop. Yuck. Actually, the mouse was kind of cute, in a mousey sort of way. However, he should not have been so bold. It's one thing to see the effects of a mouse; it's quite another to SEE the mouse running across your kitchen, bang into the cabinet, fall over, get up, and run under your dishwasher. I asserted myself (very unfeminine), told Evan that his peanut butter traps were not working, and made him put cheese in the traps. The mouse was caught that very night. All of that to say that I have done at least one thing today...cleaned out my cabinets. Don't ask how long it took or how many other things I did during that time span. It's DONE. Poor mouse. Poor me. ha

So....I'm off to clean our shower. My son is awake, but his nap was all of thirty minutes, so I'm going to see if he'll go back to sleep. He's been very grouchy today, and I don't know why. Hmmmm.