Something else that's changed is the stuff that grosses me out is now different. I think I may possibly have an actual minor phobia about this. You may know that we had mice move into the kitchen while I was gone. The exterminator came yesterday. (As an aside, I'm disgusted that I could have done all the stuff he's doing, so we didn't really need him at all. I just didn't know what to do with the mice.) The man looked at where the mice were, guessed where they were sneaking in and set some snap-traps. There are now 2 dead mousies in the house. The man will be back in a week to check his traps. Eeeew! In a week, the sad little mousie corpses will be well on their way to decomposition. Okay, that is a totally normal thing to be grossed out about.
My problem is that I am certainly capable of disposing of the traps. I should be able to pick them up and put them in the trash. Somehow, I cannot yet seem to make myself do this. My rational mind tells me it is fine. I know it is. It won't hurt me. It won't bite me. It is just a dead mouse. I am not afraid of mice. When they are in cages, they are quite cute. However, attached to a trap, and very dead...... well, I am having a really hard time with this! Dan sweetly does not mock me. He, being in Arizona (or perhaps California by now) cannot do the manly task himself. Rather than laugh at my inability to remove the mice, he mentioned that we have neighbors and friends I can call to do it for me. I think he has forgotten that I detest asking for help. So we shall see which is stronger: My inability to pick up a dead mouse, or my inability to ask for help!
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I know what you mean, everything, today I thought I was going to play soccer so I waited all day to shower to find out we aren't playing, so I had a late afternoon shower. Yuck! And for mice, I have rats to deal with, and I feel the same, I use a shovel because it has a long handle scoop them up and but them in a couple of bags (depending on when your garbage day is) but I know how you feel. It's just really gross.
oh and just if you want to feel better I was on the phone once with my brother and saw they tiny mouse run across the room and I screamed yes screamed my poor brother thought I was being attacked (he was 2000 miles away a little worried) he about died when I said it was a mouse, I didnt' think I would react that way but it was such a suprise. Good luck.
My inability to pick up the dead mouse would win.... For sure! Grossy, grossy, gross, gross! I couldn't do it either! I don't blame you one bit!
SO glad we aren't dealing with that right now, but I know how you feel about sweat. I like to be clean also.=) Luckiyly, short hair is easier to go about your day with when wet.=)
Saw your hubby the other day. How did I miss that you were pregnant again? So, congrats! Let us know when the great day arrives.=)
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