I let my guard down and actually listened to the salespitch of two overeager salesmen, ages 8 and 10. I’m still trying to figure out which side of the family this salespitch trait is coming from. And since Daddy has said yes to their little speeches, how can Mommy say no? For that would be perceived as either cruel and heartless or scared and wimpy. I’ll take the scared and wimpy.
For I have now sunk down to the level of the rodents. Yes, you read that right. I am now living with a hamster.
There. I said it and it doesn’t make me feel any better. Personally, I call him Rat. Rat Without A Tail. And whoever thinks the things are cute, cuddly, and lovable……….please come tell me that to my face. I cannot admit to anything in the rodent department as being cute and cuddly. Except for Mickey Mouse. Now he is my idea of a cute rodent!
The children got him from some good friends and the thing spent the evening church service in a school locker last night. Thankfully, it did not get loose and ruin the ordination service. So we brought him home in a cardboard box and put him on the boys’ dresser. After them feeling sorry for the poor thing that couldn’t seem to settle down and sleep, and feeling sorry for themselves because they couldn’t settle down and sleep…….the Rat was banished to the mud room.
I told Lowell that if that hamster got loose in the night, there’d be one dead mouse in the house. He replied he’d better put his guns away. I told him I don’t need a gun….a good shoe would do quite nicely, thank you.
Then we all slept peacefully – except for the Rat.
He was busy chewing a hole in his cardboard box and escaping to freedom.
Mommy gets up this morning to make her coffee, blissfully unaware there was a rodent on the loose. Don’t worry, I didn’t go so far as to step on the squishy ball of fur and germs, but when I found out it was no longer within the confines of its box, I was seriously thinking of locking myself in the bathroom until it was found.
My brave knights, aka Daddy and the boys, were quick to find the hairy rodent, although I could hear them laughing at their silly Mama. There was no way I was going to spend my day making sure the Rat didn’t run across my stocking feet. Daddy just grinned and said, “I feel a blog post coming on!”
So now we have an added component to this crazy household. Notice I did not say it was a family member. I have not stooped so low as that! He even has a proper name – Cheeto. This was because he is puffy and orange. Or so I was told over breakfast.
Next time you visit, you might want to keep your shoe handy in case you feel something running up your leg.
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Anonymous says
You sound so like me Kendra. I can’t either figure out how people think they are cute. I would not want one either. And staying out of the way till it was found is very relatable. I HATE mice and petrified of them. Tho’ I have set traps already but never emptied them! Have a good day. Enjoyed your post! At least we don’t have to have a rat or mouse to be a Proverbs 31 women! Kthy
Norv and Sharon says
Thankfully thats one thing my kids never asked for…..
Anonymous says
Lol! That is too halarious! Sorry Kendra, I’m kinda with the guys side. If you want to use the shoe on me now, you may! 🙂 Love ya! ~Krissa
Anonymous says
The not settling down at night problem takes me back to my childhood when I could hear the hamsters running their squeeky wheel. They are NOCTURNAL & that is why Cheeto is busy at night! We used to keep ours in birdcages & we even sold Pinky & Winky’s prolific offspring to a pet shop. So I’m sorry I can’t properly empathize with you-they bring back mostly warm & fuzzy memories (excepting cleaning cages & the sadness of finally losing them all to wet tail). And no wonder Lowell let you down on that decision with me for his Mom :)~~~Keep us posted.
Anonymous says
Chuckling. I don’t hate rodents, not too sure if I would want one though. I think we will stick with Bluey the Beta for now. You are a nice Mommy to allow them their Rat even when you despise the little varmits. Now, if you would have allowed a snake….I think I would have a hard time coming over again!!! Yes, a hamster on the loose could have caused quite a commotion during the service! Oh dear! I remember when we were having Church in the little Church house up in Paradise Valley and a mouse came to Church during one of the services. Aunt Sarah was proud of us youth girls for not letting loose of all our vocal cords! I’m rather surprised looking back that the roof didn’t get raised as there are many mouse haters alive. Hey, Cheeto will add a dimension to your Christmas vacation =)…. I didn’t say what kind of dimension though, lol! -Janet
The 4 Muskateers says
ok im totally with you Kendra…im not sure id allow it 🙂