I Know I'm A Grown Up...

But I still need my mom and am so happy that she is always there for me! So I had a little bit of a crisis pretty late last night and needed some reassurance, advice, and a little TLC (not the cable station.) The situation was, I got home around 12:30 and as I started to take off my bracelets and earrings I heard a noise like I had dropped some of my jewelery. I am just about to get down and see what I had dropped when I see a fat, brown, ugly, little monster, in the form of a mouse. UUGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I was so tired and I just wanted to climb into bed (I was so tired I wasn't even going to brush my teeth) and now I had to deal with this sick, disgusting creature that had taken refuge directly under the bed. I quickly put my flip-flops back on, because I need my shoes on to handle this problem and decide that perhaps I will brush my teeth after all, while I try and figure out what to do.

I come up with the brilliant idea that I will turn off the light in my room, so the "little monster" will think I have left and will want to leave as well. In the meantime, I will just chill on the couch (with my feet up off the ground) and watch something on TV. However, this plan did not go over as well as I had hoped. The light in the living room had burned out sometime this week, unbeknownst to me. Darn! Okay that was actually not the word that I used, but I still was thinking positively. I will just turn on the lamp, Darn! For some reason that lamp is not working either. I refuse to sit in the dark just waiting to hear his little claws clicking against the wooden floor. What do I do now?

I call my mom. I know that she will probably be in bed, but she won't be asleep and she will know what to do. Well, she doesn't know exactly what to do, but she does listen to my complaints, puts up with my whining, and tries to console me the best she can.

However; I refuse to be consoled. No, I won't sleep on the couch. Are you sure it won't crawl up into my bed? I just read a book about mice and rats eating fingers and toes off of lepers in India, are you positive that it won't eat me? I know, this all sounds like I am overreacting and maybe I was a little bit. (After all, I am not a leper nor do I live in India.) But c'mon it is now after 1:00 in the morning, I am super tired and I am not sure how I am going to even sleep if the "little monster" leaves my room.

Eventually the invader scurried into the living room and I very cautiously made my way to my room. I finally got off the phone with my mom, with strict instructions for her to pray for me that the mouse would not come back in. I read my scriptures, while listening to make sure no other invaders where hiding out. (Don't ask me what I would have done had there been more in there!) Once I was pretty confident that there were no more "monsters", I turned off the light, jumped into bed, pulled my covers up tight around me, and fell asleep. (I was impressed I only had a couple of nightmares that the mouse was crawling over me during the night.)

I just have to say that even though I may live 2,372 miles away from home it is nice to know my mom is only a phone call away. I also need to give a shout out to my dad for providing a lot of facts on mice, including: how big of a space they can crawl through, how the poison works (our traps have been out for a week, and so far no luck, I am exploring other options), what type of furniture do they climb (they climb onto our kitchen counters so why wouldn't they climb onto my bed?) and other pieces of information. I am so grateful for my family and all that they do for me!