I have come very far just to let you all know. I saw a mouse run across my kitchen yesterday, yes I yelped, but no explicitives came out and I did not jump on furniture. And all of you that can't possible understand why mice creep me out and why I'm such a big whip just get over it, I am. In the past I would just pack up and leave until someone took care of the mouse, but I was in the middle of cooking dinner and I need to learn to be brave.
Anyway, I tried to stay calm, saying to myself "it can't hurt me, it can't hurt me" over and over. Then my son came in, "Mom, why did you scream?"
"Oh, just because I..ah..almost burned myself making dinner. But Mommy's okay now."
Sweat is beginning to bead on my forehead. My mind is shouting, "Get out of the house, run, run run" Lincoln starts walking around unaware of the danger and freaking me out more. I talk him into leaving and watching TV or something, telling myself, "I hope there are no mice in my bedroom" also thinking, "I think that one was huge, it looked huge. Why is it in my kitchen, where has it been, we need to run, get out of the house, run!"
I told you it was a serious phobia.
Anyway, I'm chanting calming thoughts trying to get the mice devil out of my head. Finally call my parents (Jared works Sundays) and invite them to dinner, act like everything is fine. Then I casually say to my mom, "And just so you know I just saw a m-o-u-s-e in my kitchen and the faster you get here with traps the better." My mother knowing of my phobia whispers back "ok, we're coming." I continue to finish dinner and trying not to freak out, thinking the mouse is going to come out any second it took me twice as long to make dinner.
My beautiful father set six traps for me, all around my house. And my parents didn't make fun, or joke about my silly phobia. Although I can see it in their eyes as in everyone else's when I mention I hate mice..."that's so weird that you are afraid of mice." Get over it people, I'm a baby alright!!!!
Anyway, within an hour of my parents leaving Lincoln and I heard the heaven sent sound "SNAP" Hallelujah !!!! He was excited to investigate, "Lets go find the dead rat mom!" He calls them rats even though I tell him they are not. So with my brave 3 year old leading the way we investigated. Sure enough dead mouse. Always smaller than I think they were. Although I only look at it from across the room.
I almost got the guts to take it to the garbage, but couldn't do it. Jared disposed of the mouse when he got home at 3:30am. I just didn't go in the kitchen the rest of the night.
Why do I share, I can't sleep because I think there are more in my house. I really hate mice.