Last night the cat caught a tiny mouse and Number 4 rescued it and named it Chester while I was putting Number 5, 6,and 7 to bed and when I came downstairs she tried to convince me to keep him.
We didn’t keep him.
Today was a long busy day and Number 4 had a big cross country meet after school and when we got home Number 3 was at swim practice and my husband was leaving to bring Number 6 to wrestling and the girls ran inside and I had one of those moments — okay, 30 moments — where I just couldn’t get motivated to get out of the car so I sat in the driveway for literally a half hour mindlessly scrolling through Facebook.
When my husband pulled back in the driveway after dropping Number 6 at wrestling and then coming back home and I was still sitting in the car in the driveway, I figured I’d better go inside.
When I walked in the front door Number 5 and 7 looked at Number 4 and said,
“SHOULD WE TELL MOM?”
“Tell me what?” I asked.
“WEFOUNDAMOUSEANDHE’SSOCUTEANDHE’SUPSTAIRS,” they blurted out impressively in unison.
“Ummmmmm, where is it?” I asked
“He’s in a box in our room!”
OH MY GOD.
“DO YOU WANT TO SEE HIM?”
They ran upstairs before I could answer.
I went into my room to take my bra off.
The cat was locked in there.
They had put her in solitary confinement.
Ten seconds later they bounded down the stairs with this:
THEY MADE A FUCKING MOUSE WONDERLAND.
They also fed him cheese, some strawberry, and some seeds and oats they pulled off of a piece of bread.
I don’t know if the Universe is trying to tell me to stop sitting in my car in the driveway or if it’s telling me that I should have just slept in there.
But what I do know is that when I told them they were not keeping a pet mouse they ran down into the basement to show their father who just came up to my office to ask me if we had any eyedroppers.
THEY HAVE GOTTEN TO HIM.
I have a feeling Chester might have been part of a home birth and that he has five or nine siblings running around in my house.
So if anyone is looking for me, the cat has been removed from solitary confinement.
And I’ve been moved in.