It's 9:30, Do You Know Where Your Mother Is?

For anyone remotely close to me, you know that my mother is my lifeline. I quite literally talk to her several times a day, in some format or another. It borders on stalking. The poor woman could never get too far from me. You would think that since I got married and moved that she would get a break, but no way, Jose. I always find something to talk to her about or need advice on parenting since she knows my children as well, if not better, than I do. I think I have Youngest Child Syndrome, I just can't separate from my mommy, but you know, I really wouldn't have it any other way. I count my lucky stars because she's not overbearing and she lets me make my own mistakes and helps me pick up the pieces without an"I told you so."

On to the progress on the rewiring. Alex's room is done. They are working on the pantry now(still) and will call it a night. Hubby is in the attic, much to my dismay. I have a very, very, very big fear of rodents, be it the crawling or flying kind. So having the attic door open after dark is very unnerving for me. Of course, if the little buggers wanted in bad enough, they would find their way, but why hand them an open invitation.

Having said that about rodents. Approximately a week ago, hubby and I were in our bedroom and he went out to the living room to turn the T.V. off and he told me to stay where I was because we had a visiter of the winged variety. Any sane wife would have letten hubby take care of it and be fine. Not me. I went into the bathroom, started crying, and when he came in to let me know it was gone, that was would he found. This is why I love him. Instead of telling me to suck it up and get over it, he understood and calmed my rantings about what I would do if he was at work and I was invaded. I really need to get over this problem, but I don't know how. I am constantly on lookout for rodents. I must purchase some tennis rackets, then I'll be safe. Childhood trauma brought this on. We had a duplex that had bats and brother Will woke up with one in the morning once and we just seemed to be always under attack, Mom tried to flush them and I can just invision the sewers loaded with bats. One showing up in a different toilet somewhere in town. What a rude awakening.

So now that you are all becoming privy to my insanity, keep reading, it only gets better(worse?)

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