I know some of you have probably been losing sleep wondering about my aforementioned rat problem. Well, he is still living fat and happy and somewhere in my house. Just because you buy a $30 humane trap and load it with his foods of choice, does not mean he will come. The movie Field of Dreams has lead us all astray. And he is still there. I know it. I can feel it. He had his chance. I tried being nice, but no more. We are going for the less humane option. The kids will have to get over it. We will just add it their already growing therapy bill. So Ratzilla will soon be buried in an unmarked grave or an unmarked garbage can. Depends on how generous I am feeling.
In other news, my dear sweet redhead man/boy, high-jacked my blog. He wrote something obnoxious under my Kids Quotes. Yes, it could have been much worse. But I am the non-forgiving kind of parent and very patient. I am just waiting for the man/boy to leave his Facebook logged in. Then I will see what havoc I can wreak on his personal life. He'll learn to mess with the mommy.
My oldest baby is coming home for spring break. I love having all my chicks under one roof. It is a strange feeling to have one gone. I am always counting heads and feeling like one is missing. One less place setting at the table. One empty bed. She would rather be home for her spring break than anywhere else. I am sure it is not because of the free maid service, meals, access to cars and shopping trips. I am sure it is NOT because of that.
So I will attend to eating my chocolate. hunting my rat, and loving my co-ed.