YMBlogs ~ young mommies' voices!

          So I have to admit that lately as far as laundry goes; I have not been doing my job. I don’t have a laundry room and often fold the laundry and sort it on the couch while watching tv. Unfortunately sometimes what is on becomes more interesting than trying to find the second green sock with orange toes and I lose interest. My husband is becoming increasingly frustrated as the laundry takes over the living room. For some reason I don’t mind washing and drying the clothes just the folding, sorting, and putting away part. I have clothes on our blanket box, the chair no one sits in, the coffee table, 2 laundry baskets full and ok yes even in the chair the kids sit in. This morning I tried to gather the courage to tackle the laundry but as I went to lift the first t-shirt the laundry fell all over me. Now at 10:00 am like a coward I am here blogging about the laundry rather than facing it. I really need to catch up so i can start going through our summer stuff to pack for our trip but I can’t seem to find the motivation.

            Okay I think I am ready, I have gathered the courage. Well and it also helps that anyone following this knows my dirty secret and so I feel the pressure to do it. Ha, well whatever works right? Wish me luck! if I am not back in a few days I am dead and burried under the laundry of the four boys in my life!

About a month before my youngest was born my 2 year old rabbit suddenly died. I decided a few months later that I was ready to get a new bunny so that is what I asked “Santa” for. Jasper arrived a week before Christmas and I fell in love. So last week my husband calls me and asks if I want another rabbit because his friend is giving hers away. I was excited to take her because once Jasper is neutered he will have a friend. My husband came home last night and asked if I wanted another rabbit because another buddy of his took from a friend that didn’t want their rabbit anymore figuring I would want it.  Pretty sad this one doesn’t even have a name and they don’t know the gender. So in the last month and a half I went from zero  to three rabbits. I think I will have to build a rabbit hutch this spring.

So last Wednesday I wake up to a muddy sink and I wondered what my husband had been doing at 5 am when he gets home from the overnight shift. Unfortunately after my morning pee and flushing the toilet I look down to my now black toilet bowl and realize it is my water and not my husband making the mess. I go about my morning using our drinking water to brush our teeth ect until he wakes up.

“Did you notice the water?” he asks

“No I don’t pee or wash while your sleeping” I reply sarcastically

“Our well is dried up” he responds

I laugh at his city boy assumption because of course in the middle of spring where we live there is no way that our well is dried up , but there  certainly is a big problem. I call my mom and after Brayden gets home from school we head to her place because Justin has work right before dinner time and we don’t even know where our well is.

You would think now would be the time to hire help but no while working a 12 hour shift and preparing for Easter Justin decides to fix it himself despite the fact that I don’t think he has seen an active well in his life being from the city and all.

So now a week and a half later he’s found the well and the broken part but he doesn’t know how to fix it so maybe next week I will have water again.

Somebody please call DIY Disasters to come save me!!

I live in an old farm house severed from the farm land but still in the middle of a farmer’s field. With the wonderful fresh air, open spaces and privacy also comes the unwelcome guests in our home. We have bats in the attic and mice in the walls and to tell you the truth up until construction began they didn’t really bother me all that much. We all lived in harmony with the occasional mouse caught in a trap and after a few failed attempts to remove them the acceptance that the bats ruled the attic.

Now what I am faced with is much worse than Logan’s first 18 months of crying all night.  I think I may have to institutionalize my husband soon if I don’t find a permanent solution soon. We’ve used the good old fashion snap traps with peanut butter, cheese and cheese whiz to have them licked but not set off. We have live traps that are ignored and the little electrodes that emit high frequency noises mice supposedly hate but have noticed a mouse actually lives in a hole beside one of the outlets they are plugged in to.

I find mouse poop everywhere and they chewed our phone lines, new drywall, old bed and who knows what else. I wont use the poison because a friend of mine’s mother was using it and when she came for a visit her dog got a hold of it ate some and they found her foaming at the mouth and seizuring so not a good idea with kids around. 

But back to my original point; just a few weeks ago I awoke at 2 am to find my husband with a mad look in his eyes drilling holes in our ceiling while laughing and saying I am gonna get em! Since then I often awake to him not in bed and find him obsessively resetting traps in the middle of the night and hammering the floor trying to smush them. If we do not get rid of all of them soon I am afraid he will lose it with the lack of sleep caused by what he believes is their taunting him.