Me vs a mouse

Many have already heard the story. I need to document it on the blog. It's 5 AM and I just came out of the bathroom to come face-to-face with the most was sitting in front of the basement door. So I text Ryan who is in the other bathroom to hurry and come quick there's a mouse. He says get it and I said no hurry. So then I chase it down the hallway towards the front door and it goes into our front room where the kids toys all are. And it's there. Wait for Ryan to come and he grabs a shoe. And tries to get it but it scampers off into the pile of stuffed animals. The worst possible place for it to hide. So I start pulling off the stuff animals one by one while Ryan waits with a racket ball racket. Most mouse escapes again and now hides behind Greta's little kitchen. I now have a box and Ryan with his racket trying to get it into the box. He shoos it my way, I freak out and jump and the mouse runs under the piano. So now I'm screwed. Ryan says there's nothing he can do with it under there and he'll just have to leave it and worry about it later. I say no way I'm going to be able to anything why no there's a mouse under the piano. But he still leaves for work.

So I go work out while the girls are sleeping and come back up and start to clean. I decide to take Lola's chair downstairs and go in the bathroom return off my alarm that's going off and there's the mouse. I throw the chair on it and trap it underneath. And again I wonder what the heck am I going to do? So I go and get a box and slide it under the chair. I'm stomping on the chair and hitting it trying to squash the mouse as I see his little tail. I realize there's no chance of that knees underneath the plastic part.

So I start to carefully slide the box and the chair and the mouse towards the door, open the door, move Miller out-of-the-way and then proceed to throw the whole thing outside and off the mouse runs. I'm now sweating and panting and my heart is racing a mile a minute. I call Ryan and tell him how proud of myself I am. And then spend the rest of the daywondering  every time I hear a noise if it's another mouse. Because where there's one mouse there's always more.