I doubt I’ll be able to finish this before our son wakes up, which means it might not even be March 4th by the time I finish it. I’m thinking my writing plans might not go as planned. I haven’t written in my journal for seven months, and this is really the first time in my life where I’ve had events to write about instead of feelings and the future. I don’t know how many moments I’ll have to myself that are long enough for me to get into a writing headspace. My housework comes first because if I let it get behind it’s overwhelming and I don’t want to do it at all. The book I want to work on is written and finished, but it needs a lot of fleshing out.
We currently have three uninvited houseguests that we know of. The squirrels living in the roof who will be easy to get rid of, we just need it to warm up so they can find a new home before next winter. We’ll block the access then cut down or trim the trees around the house so they can’t get in. Then there’s the mice. We must’ve caught at least twenty so far, but I’ve still been finding evidence of them on the counters, so I need to refresh the traps I’ve set. Now, the dwindling mice numbers (not really since they can give birth so fast, but the thought makes me feel better) must be what’s revealed our third and most worrisome intruder: cockroaches. !! Ugh. I looked it up to be sure and mice do eat cockroaches. There has been no visible sign of cockroaches until last weekend, when I found the little bugger in our cupboard. I then realized that’s the squished bug I saw in the entryway a couple days before and my husband saw another one creeping across the floor a couple nights ago. Ugh! The previous owner would go away for the summer, I can only imagine the nasty mess they came back to. They clearly didn’t care about varmints invading their dwelling place because there’s no sign of attempts to keep them out. I kind of wish we could sue him and ‘our’ real-estate agent. The owner because he hid so much and the agent because he was NOT looking out for our best interests. He just wanted to get un in the house and off his hands. He did do one very kind thing for us but the issues, Expensive issues, we keep running into negates that.
My husband brought home a seven-month-old Great Pyrenees yesterday. Originally, she was getting along well with our two other dogs but there was some squabbling at dinner time yesterday–and not over food surprisingly. Maybe in my presence alone the other two became protective of me. I don’t know. But it made me realize maybe it’s not such a good idea to have another dog. My husband wants her so she can guard the chickens we get this summer and I’m all for that but we won’t have chickens for months. She was going to be inside but I can’t handle her and our son. Our son is enough of a handful and I don’t want to make sure she’s not peeing on the floor or chewing on things. So I put her in the pen but it’s not big enough for three dogs and I’m not risking them getting into a bad fight. So I had to move the other dogs to the basement. Having this new dog definitely makes me appreciate how well-trained the other two are (no matter what my husband might think). When he gets up my husband is going to be informed that he’ll have to be the main trainer. I’m not sure how it’ll go because when he’s not working all he wants to do is sit his butt on the couch and I’m not against that, but he brought this dog home. And I wasn’t against getting another dog but I’m okay with giving her back because my main priority is our son and he’s not at the age yet where he’ll entertain himself long enough for me to work with a brand-new dog. This might be a bit of a battle but being a housewife doesn’t mean he can bring home a dog and pass it off on me when he doesn’t feel like dealing with it. I’ll certainly help but I’m the primary caregiver when it comes to our son even when he is home, so I have enough on my plate. But I’ll get off this topic before it turns into a rant.
Last thing. Does anyone else ever wonder what’s going on in people’s lives? Sometimes at a store or on the road it hits me how many people are in the world and I wonder. All these social media platforms can offer a glimpse into another person’s life but only what they want you to see. The majority of life seems to be made up of the mundane so what’s mundane for their life I wonder….
Mikaela Nicole 