I was eating dinner at my kitchen table...
I am sitting in the chair closest to the camera. There I am, just chomping away... and I see some movement out of the corner of my (left) eye.
Quickly turn.
And there. In all it's glory.
A mouse. A da** mouse.
I just stared at it. Panicking inside. Heart rate high. Stomach sinking.
How do you get rid of the thing WHEN IT'S JUST SITTING THERE!?
I stood up. Took one step.
It scurried under the stove.
*shutter*
What else could I do, but... that's right, CALL MY MOM!
Mom: Hey sweetie
Me: MOM!
Mom: Yeees?
Me: THERE IS A MOUSE IN MY KITCHEN! A MOUSE! A FREAKING MOUSE!
Mom:
(feeling sorry for me silence, not a "good luck with that" silence... make sense?)
Me: Oh my gosh. Mom! A MOUSE! Uggggggh!
Mom: Yuck! I am so sorry.
She then proceeded to calm me down... a little. I called my associations' maintenance guy, who gave me the number for the exterminator. I went to Home Depot and got some traps.
Texted my dad.
Continued to freak the freak out.
Texted my friends.
Realized that I REALLY can't handle crap like this.
I am not one of those people that just deals with creatures. Rodents or bugs or anything that INVADES MY SPACE.
WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOME! NO ONE INVITED YOU.
And I just broke. Why did I think it was a good idea to buy a house? And handle all of this on my own? Who said I was adult enough for this? Why did I decide to live on my own? And just be able to deal with all the stuff that I don't like.
I didn't go to bed until after midnight because I was scared the darn thing was going to find me. No joke. How old am I again?
And here comes the part where this is all just a big metaphor for my life.
Just kidding. I mean, I am absolutely sure there is a very meaningful one. But, I haven't fully found it yet. Nor, do I really want to. It's kind of exhausting having to find meaning and purpose in every.single.crazy.thing that happens in the day/week/year/life, ya know? I can't be the only one.
But, I do know that Satan tried to use this to really, really break me down. To believe things that I know only come from him.
I did buy this awesome condo.
I can do this. Yes, it's hard. Yes, I will do things that I don't want to.
Yes, I will learn a whole lot about things that I can't even imagine.
I am capable of making this place be a place of joy and love and beauty.
This is my life. This is where I'm at.
With da** mouse and all.
No, I haven't caught him. No, I haven't seen him again. Maybe he went away!! Or, maybe he is dead under my stove.
The exterminator comes tomorrow.
Pray for me.
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