HOME REMOVE-MENTS WEEKEND
This past weekend started out full of promises. Ryan and I decided that this was the weekend for home improvements. We were finally going to get to all of those looming projects like caulking the countertops, priming, painting, hanging doors and putting together the office. Ryan worked like a tazmanian devil on Friday evening, cleaning and doing yardwork so that Saturday after his long run we could get to work. But Saturday morning presented a different plan for our weekend. An aweful one. Ryan went running and I woke up to start folding all the loads of laundry he had so graciously done the night before. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and headed downstairs only to be alarmed when my foot sunk into a wet spot at the bottom of the carpet. I ate my ceral and decided not to worry about it until Ryan came home. Turns out that the water from the a/c hasn't been draining into the drain hole, but underneath the furnace, under the wall, and now under our carpet. 3 hours later we had the carpet pulled up and part of the pad cut out and laying outside to dry out. We sat there staring with glazy eyes at the wreckage in our family room and getting more and more depressed as we realized that our weekend dreams of an orgainizing the office were gone. If only it could have ended there....
We came home from church the next day and I was cleaning up a bit around the kitchen sink when I noticed all this white stuff on the counter. I asked Ryan what it could be. He immediately looked up and of course so did I but only long enough to know that I didn't want to know what it was that I saw in the corner of the window. A mouse had crawled up the window and got it's head stuck between corner of the window and the blinds. Ryan sent me to our room and told me not to come down for a while. He called Mark to come down with gloves and the removal process began...luckily without having to decapitate the dead rodent. I have been squeemish ever since. I have seen dead mice before, you know, in corners, in mousetraps, in the garage or under the sink or storage space. But to have a mouse hanging from your kitchen window, it's going to take some time for me to recover from that... needless to say, our home improvement projects have shifted some serious gears.
This past weekend started out full of promises. Ryan and I decided that this was the weekend for home improvements. We were finally going to get to all of those looming projects like caulking the countertops, priming, painting, hanging doors and putting together the office. Ryan worked like a tazmanian devil on Friday evening, cleaning and doing yardwork so that Saturday after his long run we could get to work. But Saturday morning presented a different plan for our weekend. An aweful one. Ryan went running and I woke up to start folding all the loads of laundry he had so graciously done the night before. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and headed downstairs only to be alarmed when my foot sunk into a wet spot at the bottom of the carpet. I ate my ceral and decided not to worry about it until Ryan came home. Turns out that the water from the a/c hasn't been draining into the drain hole, but underneath the furnace, under the wall, and now under our carpet. 3 hours later we had the carpet pulled up and part of the pad cut out and laying outside to dry out. We sat there staring with glazy eyes at the wreckage in our family room and getting more and more depressed as we realized that our weekend dreams of an orgainizing the office were gone. If only it could have ended there....We came home from church the next day and I was cleaning up a bit around the kitchen sink when I noticed all this white stuff on the counter. I asked Ryan what it could be. He immediately looked up and of course so did I but only long enough to know that I didn't want to know what it was that I saw in the corner of the window. A mouse had crawled up the window and got it's head stuck between corner of the window and the blinds. Ryan sent me to our room and told me not to come down for a while. He called Mark to come down with gloves and the removal process began...luckily without having to decapitate the dead rodent. I have been squeemish ever since. I have seen dead mice before, you know, in corners, in mousetraps, in the garage or under the sink or storage space. But to have a mouse hanging from your kitchen window, it's going to take some time for me to recover from that... needless to say, our home improvement projects have shifted some serious gears.
6 comments:
Oh, how dreadful and disappointing. I've heard that the only way to recover from such an ordeal is to go small store shopping with a sympathetic friend.
That is so not fun. I hate it when things go wrong in your house that you are constantly working to better. It just doesn't seem fair, but I guess it's not the worst thing that could happen. I thought with the picture of the mouse at the top of your blog that the wet thing you stepped on was going to be a mouse and that definately would have been worse. Your lucky your not married to my husband who would have made an even bigger mess of the mouse and the kitchen, Im sure.
Are things really that bad at our house? The mice are committing suicide for crying out loud.
Yes, they are that bad. I've been telling you for months now...no bright drapes or great rugs. No throw pillows for the couch in the family room or wall decor. And what about the lighting? I've been begging you for that new floor lamp and dining chandelier! I am not surprised that the little guy was so depressed. If only I had gone small store shopping last month.
My condolences. Maybe we all need to go to Lagoon to make it all better!!! Michelle mentioned the bad news and I had to see the blog for myself. I threw up in my mouth.
I guess all I can say is.....Welcome to being a home owner! We have had mice this week as well and it is killing me. I hate them!! They haven't been commiting suicide though we had to kill them ourselves.
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