Are we living our dream?

[Medicine Woman]

Nope!! It’s been cooked and I really have to organize the fridge and freezer so stuff doesn’t get wasted. We had a sudden drop in temperature and the sugar cane is being harvested so it’s the season to keep mice traps set and HG claimed she saw a mouse in the pantry so DH set a trap. I need to tackle the pantry as well and put all perishable items in glass jars apparently. One shelf at a time. But today I am on the back porch. No one would believe me if I described. I would have to just take pictures and incriminate myself for living this way. In truth it didn’t happen all in one day. But I would have to clean up as others, much healthier and stronger than me mess up. It’s frustrating. The problem is I have to do laundry but in my mind it’s pointless because I don’t have a clean floor so I am shaking off clothes and putting them in baskets, collecting tools and putting them on shelves, collecting junk and putting them in containers to dispose of and the whole time, dust is flying everywhere so if I would have clothes hanging they would be getting dirty so I’m waiting until I can see fit to sweep it off…. Hopefully sometime today. I guess I should have consumed something besides coffee by now too.
HG has left for a sleepover at her friends house but she cleaned some dishes so that’s at least something. I told her to pick up her clothes off the line as well. She mostly accomplished it. I should probably just support crisis pregnancy centers and never take in another person into my home regardless of the reason, except if I actually gave birth to them because very few people work in ways that make sense to me. Seems like some kind of order should exist. I don’t want much. Just put the coat hangers in this location so easy access. If you drop them on the floor pick them up cuz they will break if stepped on. If it’s trash or broken then throw it away. If it’s dirty wash it. If it’s yours pick it up. Stuff like that. I’m tired cuz I’m sick. I’m frustrated cuz I’m living with messy people. If it was just DH I wouldn’t mind as much cuz he does his share plus others.
Well I probably won’t be babysitting as much cuz WWIII broke out when I correctly diagnosed my 10 year old grandson with hand, foot, and mouth disease after he had been with his mother and other grandmother (also a nurse). DIL started talking about mosquitos and Indian Fire to which I denied and insisted it was GF&M which was later confirmed by a pediatrician. Now I am the devil. You know why?? He talked to me and I actually listen to him instead of telling him to shut up and go to his room while I look in my phone. It’s pride!! She is ashamed that I am a nurse when for the 2nd time she is out of the nursing program and her nurse mother and her missed something that her nurse MIL caught in 2 hours as well as examine all other children who were clean. Now I feel like a real MIL!!

 

[Medicine Woman]

My baby DD is helping me!!! YeeHaa!! I actually see several feet of my back porch and I have swept the laundry shed!! I’m so excited that I will play the Pointer Sisters song!!

 

[flowerbug]

i am so glad you are having some help.

 

[LaurenRitz]

I've trapped probably 20 mice in the last week. 5 yesterday, one so far this morning. Only 1 trap, because the silly creatures actually ate the bait flapper off the other one. Why in the world would anyone make that particular piece out of plastic? I think we know...

I removed their primary food source, so now they're hungry enough to eat anything, and easier to trap.

Only saw one yesterday, down from four the day before and five the day before that.

Getting it under control!

 

[Medicine Woman]

I’m going mice crazy. Yesterday was a light day for trapping. We only got 3, but I made DD start throwing poison chunks around the attic, behind the fridge and in old wall outlet holes that for some reason I don’t understand are there. I don’t even care if I start smelling their little corpses decomposing. It’s temporary. But some days we catch around 5. I lost track of our total count. I got tired of losing the shrimp so I tried peanut butter because it would stay for several trappings but I don’t think they are interested. I guess I need shrimp if I want to catch Cajun mice.
I sent out a Facebook post to my friends that I want to borrow or buy a used high chair and I ordered the baby a special bib to catch dropped food, a special bowl she will have difficulty spilling over and a spoon and fork to learn to feed herself. I’m tired of feeding her and after 4 bites she starts slapping the spoon in her playpen. Enough. So I have been preparing the kitchen to execute my plan. I went to a flea market yesterday in search of a high chair. I don’t remember giving my high chair away. I think I had it in my MIL’s trailer in storage for Ida. But little miss attitude can start feeding herself if she wants to abuse me.
DH is on the 2nd day jug lining for catfish in the bayou. He came home last night later than I really wanted with a bunch of fillets that I had to start cutting into smaller pieces. I soaked a few pans worth and I guessed I needed to label 7 quart bags for the freezer. I hit it perfectly. Used the rest of the rice and thawed out a quart of white beans to warm up over the rice so I could clean up the pot. Doesn’t DH tell me he wants to eat cereal. I say, “I’m cooking supper for you!” He is either blind or I’m invisible. I’m convinced. But mission accomplished.
He pulled out a rabbit for me to cook soon but I’m gonna wipe out all my leftovers before I cook fresh.
DD wants me to take the road with her to get Advil. So I’m not utd on name brand drugs so I checked it out and it’s just ibuprofen!! Damn!! I have ibuprofen. Tons of it. You think she believes me?? Heck no!! What do I know? I just passed all pharmacology classes back in the early 90s so I’m the one that doesn’t understand!! Great. She can have her Advil if it makes her happy. A couple of days ago she gave me a little grief about chores and I didn’t pitch a fit but I did the dishes and apparently her and HG comes back inside (I hadn’t even noticed them leaving) and suddenly they both started picking up stuff. Guilt trip is my best guess. Then she decided we needed cleaning supplies. I didn’t argue. I took her to the Dollar General and handed her a card and asked her not to buy the whole store. She came home and scrubbed the toilet and shower. Great!! Now me…. I can clean the shower with the towel I just washed my body with and use the same soap I used to wash myself up with. I have borax, baking soda, vinegar, and maybe a brown bottle of Lysol and a bottle of some kind of all purpose cleaner from after Ida. I don’t need Fabulousa and whatever fancy bathroom cleaner she thinks she needs but if she wants to clean up, she is welcome to it.
I just ordered mattress warmers for DD and HG in case we get another blizzard again. That was crazy. I don’t need that again. You northerners can keep your weather up there. Bleep that!!
So DH’s godchild is a wild card. She is 40 years old and she spent some time in the big house and she came home and was doing great until she met Mr Wrong. She backslid. So I found out her car was impounded and I heard her son and parents couldn’t get it for financial reasons. It was $352 to get it but $32 a day so if she stayed inside for 3 months she absolutely wouldn’t get her car back. I got her to sign that I could get her car. So I have new transportation until she gets out. I figured why not. Make the best of a bad situation. Plus she gets out eventually there is her car. But apparently she lost her mind and misbehaved in the big house so God knows when I will be seeing her. I reached out to my DIL’s sister to please help her get help. It’s good to know people in various places. I mean I don’t want to steal a car. I’m just babysitting it. But still… it helps. Keeping it real.
I consider everyday I get dressed a good day and hey… I’m dressed so maybe I can accomplish something. I see catfish in my near future.