We have a mouse.
I saw it as we were finishing dinner.
I could write a lengthy post about our Mousecapades this evening, but I'm too pooped.
It is currently blockaded in our bedroom with two traps. Matt and I are sleeping in the living room and hoping maybe the mouse will be caught by morning...
I'll let you know.
Giant parenting fail tonight as I squealed like a little girl, many times, whenever I spotted the mouse.
Harper has been awake three times already crying/worrying about it.
Michael was upset he didn't get a chance to catch it himself...
I KNOW the mouse won't hurt me, but this situation is causing me a fair amount of STRESS.