The Bat in the Bathroom

I forgot to mention the wierdest experience of the day the other day. I noticed that the dogs were very interested in the Powder Room downstairs. I figured one of the cats was cornered in there so I went in to check. I looked around and saw something small and brown on the floor in the corner. Mind you, I had just gotten up and didn't have on my glasses so I really couldn't tell what it was. I ASSUMED it was a mouse or mole that the cats had drug in. So, I get a wad of toilet paper and go to pick it up and it raises it's little head and hisses at me. At that point I knew it wasn't a mouse! I got my glasses on and went back in and realized it was a little bitty bat. I don't know how it got in but I was pretty sure it was gonna go out! I got a clear plastic cup, some plastic wrap and some tongs. When I picked him up he was raising his head and hissing at me and I could see all these tiny little needle like teeth in his mouth and his funny little squished nose. The he started clicking (I assume that was his sonar kicking in : ) ) I got him in the cup and put the plastic wrap on top and proceeded to spend 30 minutes just watching him. It was kinda interesting really. Well, normally, I would have just thrown him in the yard like I do all gifts from cats, but I was afraid the cats would find him interesting and didn't want them to get bit, so I did the only humane thing I could think of.......Now Lizzy will understand why I had a flashback to 5th grade while doing this.....I flushed him down the toilet! Yes, you heard right. Not only did I flush him down, I flushed it three times! I wanted to make SURE that he was gone, cause Liz and I both know that sometimes living things that go down don't stay down! LOL Anyway, that was the adventure of the day. Just wish I knew how he got in the house!

Grammie has a very BAD day!

Okay, so first things first. Unfortunately, we had another fight between the two girls. This one was even worse (took me much longer and many more whacks with the pillows to break it up) and just about did poor Grammie in! One wound to the neck suffered by Serenbe (BTW, she is the one that starts these so I don't feel to bad for her) nothing for Cammie. Basically, it started out on my bed as play and next thing you know all hell broke loose. I have no idea what happened, but I know that Serenbe is the one that starts these things. Once I broke them up I put Serenbe in her kennel and tracked Cammie down. I did some serious physical control and verbal growling to both of them and basically ignored them for the rest of the day. They both pretty much found a place to hide for the day and were sad and tried their best to get back in my good graces. I figured why not let them stew in their own pots. So, I just didnt give them any attention. To finish this story, everyone seems to be okay....for now! I wish I could give Cammie a break. Maybe Dad would like to host her for a week! LOL

Ok, so then the rest of the day kinda sucked too. I had a meltdown and was pretty emotional the rest of the day and it was a pretty much wasted day. There were a couple of bright spots in the evening. I fixed hamburgers on the grill for me and the two boys and we had a great dinner with lots of 20 year old boy humor (Reid to Lorn as his burger is dripping "Lorn your burger is pissing on you") Trying to get them ready to move into an apartment this weekend. Yes the babies are finally leaving the nest! Yeehaw! Don't believe my enthusiasm. Since I have become a work widow, they have provided me with many moments of laughter (oh and of course frustration) and I will miss them both terribly. Just like I miss Liz. Even after 4 years I miss her just as much as the first time she moved away from home : (

The other bright spot came with a phone call from my soul sistah, KB. We talked for an hour and a half. Much of the conversation was fueled by her cosmopolitans and my wine. But then again, who cares! We reminisced about our kids and watching them grow up and how fun the cul de sac in EC was. We tried to figure out why our boys turned out so very different than our girls. We spoke of life changes and scary moments with our boys and how life has thrown us a few curves but it has only made our sistah love grow stronger. We talked about Liz growing up basically with three brothers and how she never once thought of herself as inferior physically to them. Liz, remember roller hockey in the cul de sac and being the only girl at Taylor's birthday parties? And here we are, almost 18 years since we all met and the two youngest boys who started kindergarten together and rode the bus together and did all boy things together are leaving to start a new chapter in their life together by getting this apartment. Things change and yet they still remain the same.

Thanks to anyone who bothered to read this. I needed a chance to talk!