I wasn't going to post anything today, but I needed a moment to scream and thought that I'd do it here.
I'm having a bit of a... day. And when I say that I'm having "a... day", I really mean that I'd like to fill in the blank with any expletive or otherwise negative word that I can think of, but for the most part I'm leaving all those words safely tucked inside of my own little head.
You could even say that I'm having a bit of a... week. Now, so many good and wonderful things have happened this week that I really shouldn't complain, but it's the little things around the house that are driving me crazy.
My washing machine has been on the blink for a while now. I've been able to coerce it into working, but it's not happy at all. The digital display read "F1", so I looked it up in the manual.
Well... at least now I know what the "F" stands for!
The dryer decided to get in on the game and now the dryer's door latch is broken so I can't shut the door, so I can't dry anything. (I have been happily air drying everything and not stressing about this particular incident, but today has been a... day and everything is that much more annoying!)
I spent yesterday tracking down a few ants in the family room. They had found our bottle cap collection and were happily getting drunk off of the dried on remains that we didn't think to rinse off.
Bottle caps in garbage, ants destroyed, and no more have returned, so I was feeling okay about that too.
That is... until this morning when I've finally been shoved over the domestic edge.
Damn frikin frackin mice have been in my pantry!!!!! And they left me this...
You don't even want to know what the rest of the pantry looked like. Seriously, I think they had a party last night.
Apparently, Doritos and sunflower seeds were a hit at the little mousie buffet. :P
I want to think it was just one random mouse, but how much poop can one mouse create?
I do not want to think about this.
I do not want to deal with this.
I want to go home.... this is NOT my home....
Okay, so I've taken my mental break from cleaning out the pantry. (I've thrown sooooo much out!) Now that I've vented a bit, I think I can go back for the next round.
Sorry... ignore all the whining. Just ignore me all together right now. It's okay.
I'm going to go buy a cat.