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In an effort to launch something in a very short timeframe, after three months of coding in off hours for stints of a few minutes at a time, I used a framework to get *something* out. This is not code I would use for a client. Ever.
In fact, if you could see my face right now, you'd realize this is a little more than painful.
But, as sometimes has to happen with personal projects, the non-paying personal site takes a backseat to quality and gets dressed in handmedown code. Thanks to VMcore for the free ride here.
All through my daughter’s preschool years she had imaginary rats and seagulls (which are really the rats of the seaside) that lived in her hair!It was quite an ordeal to wash and brush her hair since she was fearful that I would hurt or drive her imaginary companions away. Now that was creepy! I’m happy to report that she is a well-adjusted 17-year old about to graduate from high school….despite rodent infestation in her younger years.
HAHA! Well ok then. I feel much better. Thank you.
Mint! I have had mice in my house and I don’t even live in the country. Take corncob animal bedding, soak some mint essential oil in it, then place it around the house in little glass dishes. Refresh every month or so. It really does work and no feelings of being a crappy Buddhist or bad mom to boot.
It’s so tragic and yet I can’t stop laughing. Ouch.
Awww. That is so sad, but I would have done the same thing. Don’t worry, she’ll grow up to be as awesome as her mom.
Sophia is as sentimental about the damn ants foraging on our kitchen floor at the moment. “DON’T STEP ON THAT ANT, MOMMY! THAT IS MY SPECIAL HOUSE-ANT!!!”
They’ll keep coming! You have to find out how they’re getting in & seal it up.
What about an outdoor cat? We have a neighbor cat who’s always out & on the prowl. I’m pretty sure he keeps us mouse-free. I haven’t seen any inside in a long time!
(my son questioned me yesterday when he saw me flush a large ant down the toilet. Sorry, that’s what I do with bugs in my bathroom!)
Forgive me for thinking the whole scene is hilarious.
We have rats (outside), and every morning their dad sends out the five yr olds to “check the traps”. One time he asked me to do it and got the “Are you kidding me?” look.
I am still laughing while getting back into my chair; I fell out of it. *sigh*
Yes, imaginary friends are very normal and research has found that 65% of preschool children experience this phenomenon which is also very healthy. It puts young children in control not to mention that their language development is always higher too.
Her imaginative mice should be welcomed. This is the one time you can take dictation of what they say and do so that later, both of you can enjoy the stories and even ‘blog’ about it. Hummm, perhaps it might be too late however, you could ask what she plans to do with the mice mail? LOL
Oh, hon… I’m fairly certain a child who thinks her mother has killed her thousands of playmates does not return to eating her breakfast in a calm, collected manner. Nope… you didn’t kill her mice, I think the novelty of imaginary mice just wears off, in the face of real mice.
I’m sorry you feel bad. But kids are resilient - she’ll deal. Especially if you end up raising chickens or pigs for yumminess - I’ve had friends that name their critters “Link” or “Roast” or something. Heh. :D
Did you figure out where the mouse got in though? We had to fill in a tiny dot of a hole next to an electrical socket in our basement (2-3 feet underground!) a few years ago. Oof.
That’s hilariously tragic.
Have you tried showing her a new movie? I mean, maybe all you need is to watch Mulan and she’ll have a hoard of Huns following her around, and then everything’ll be great again!
Don’t get a cat; then we won’t be able to come over!!!! (Teh Warrior? Teh ALLERGIC. Teh majorly.)
zOMG. Whatta tale.
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