So remember the dead mouse smell I spoke about here? Turns out it was a dead RAT behind the fridge! Then that night my hubby saw something rat like run into the kids closet.
Well, needless to say we didn't have them sleep in their room, set some traps and piled everyone into our bed.
Read: mom and dad got no sleep.
So next day I'm sleep deprived and trying to do relay service for the deaf (through instant messaging now, it's kinda cool) and the toilet overflows, then my boy does poop art in the living room . Meanwhile I'm skittish in the kids room since we had no mouse/rat in the traps. By the time Dad got home I was almost in tears.
Bless his heart he took over, even though he was as tired as I was and I got a good nap.
And if I could get this baby to stop resting on my lower back I could almost think that we've returned to 'normal'!
But I'm off . . . I'll have to check in with you all later.
Here's a random picture in the meantime.