This is how well I keep it all together

Asa climbed in my lap with a book for me to read: Blossom Possom, a uniquely Australian twist on Chicken Little. He snuggled down and I began to read.

keep it together

Fortunately for him, I was newly back from the Read Aloud Nebraska conference and decided to try out my newly acquired voice acting skills. Unfortunately for me, this book has a lot of characters. By the time Toey Joey exclaimed,

“Well zip my mother’s pouch!”

I was already regretting using this particular book as my debut performance.

But by now, all my children had gravitated around me. Even the sounds of my 14 year old shuffling around in the other room stopped. Everyone was listening. There was no turning back.

Then something brushed my back. My instinct was to scream and jump. I don’t know why. It was probably nothing. Maybe it was a little bug. Probably it was me shifting in the chair. Maybe it was a spider. Probably it was nothing. I resisted the urge to spring up, toppling my children every which way.

I resisted, but I’m telling you . . . it wasn’t easy! I pulled my shirt down as far as it would go and went on.

“Peace possom party people, party people.”

Apparently, I cannot do a laid back Echo Gecko. Or maybe it was because I was still not feeling particularly laid back. My mind was not on the story. It was on the “probably nothing” lurking behind me.

The longer it left me alone, the more sure I was of it being probably nothing. Surely it was nothing. We finally got through the book and I found no evidence on me or on the chair of anything amiss. Obviously, it was nothing.

Until after everyone went to bed and I sat alone in the stillness of the room. I picked up the laptop, intending to get some writing done.

Then it happened again.

I set down the laptop and stood up. There was nothing on me. There was nothing on the chair. Was I going crazy? I dared not Google phantom tickling sensations. Google assures me of my imminent death just about any time I ask it about symptoms. On a whim, I picked up the seat cushion.

I am not sure who was more surprised: me or the mouse staring at me. It finally regained its composure and darted down deep into the chair. I finally regained my composure, threw the cushion at the now empty chair and ran screaming through the front room. I jumped. I swatted at my back as if I could somehow erase the fact I had been touched by a mouse. I spun in circles in a vain attempt to make the mouse not have touched me.

“What’s the matter mom?” the girls called up from the basement.

I screamed again.

“A MOUSE! A MOUSE! It crawled up the back of my chair and I felt its whiskers! A MOUSE!”

And they just laughed at me! I think we need a major lesson in empathy, here.

Even a shower didn’t quite remove the horror I felt. It took me three days to sit in a chair with a cushion again. I’m still contemplating just how uncomfortable it would be to get rid of everything stuffed and move solely to hard, wooden chairs where nothing can hide.

Also, my hatred of litterboxes may have just subsided a teency bit.


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April J
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What a great read, thanks for sharing.

Jesica
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Haha…its these little moments in parenting that make memories!! Great Read!

Amanda @ Little Mager House
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Oh, I would have freaked as well! My husband set out one of those sticky mouse traps one night on the counter and the next morning I ran to the restroom real quick before checking it. I come out to my 2-year-old horrified and shaking his foot and I hear squealing. Two live baby mice were stuck under his foot on the trap. They had pushed themselves off the counter and he didn’t see it.

Erin Sturm
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I would have freaked out too! I live in the country and I’m so paranoid about mice in the house.

Brandy
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Mice make me scream. Scream big time. Scream loudly. The kids laugh at me too šŸ™ This made me giggle a little, I get it, totally can relate!

Melissa
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NO!! Just no! I would absolutely have to get rid of the chair. Yuck! That was not where I thought your story was going at all and not I can’t stop thinking about mice! My kids would have probably laughed too.

Dana
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Yeah. And the worst is that it is kind of like talking about lice. Just talking about it freaks me out all over again!

Neely Moldovan
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This story made me want to look under all of my cushions! I did that with a spider once though. My husband laughed

Heather Hart
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Oh my! This is too funny. I applaud your bravery. I couldn’t have held my composure, and my kids wouldn’t have expected me too. They know I’m jumpy and afraid of everything small that moves.

Susan Evans
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That was fun to read. I laughed when you saw what was really causing the sensation…

Julie
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Oh, my goodness, I would be sitting in non-cushioned chairs from now on;) It was a delight to read, I hope the mouse found a new house!

Dana
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Yeah, I haven’t seen any more evidence of it. I actually kind of like that thought about it being more afraid of me than I am of it. Do you think it is screaming and running in circles screaming about the human somewhere?

Sheila Schweiger-Rhodes
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It is only funny until it happens to yourself šŸ™‚ What a way to find a friend who really isn’t a friend. I love how our children laugh at our expense although we do laugh at theirs too. Did you ever find the mouse?

Dana
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We caught one in a trap. i am sure it was the same one. Mostly for my own sanity. Also, I didn’t immediately shoo the cat out when she came inside! (We live in the country and our cats are really more spoiled barn cats than pets.)

Tonya
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hahaha I would have been a-ok with the mouse, but not the spider! Funny how we are all freaked out about different things.

Dana
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Spiders don’t bother me much until they jump. Then they kind of freak me out. I kind of like watching them on their webs.

Amy Christensen
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Ha, ha, ha. This made me smile. When we were first married and had two young babies we lived in a tiny two room cottage and had frequent mouse sightings. The worst was when I saw one running along the back of the couch! Eewwww! But I never had one’s whiskers touching me. You get the “grossed out” prize. Thanks for sharing. – Amy
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Kristi
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How crazy! Well Iā€™m glad your first read aloud went well even though you had an unexpected guest.

Ann (Neethu)
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Woah!!! that’s pretty nasty with mice. we are get do paranoid about different creatures and it’s not funny …

Aryn the Libraryan
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Our minds do such funny things! Last night I was treating my husband’s poison ivy that he has had for 5 days, and then I was itchy afterwards, as if that really was possible!

Scott
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When I used to read to my girls, I tried to give each character voices too. Many time I ended up horse because I pushed the voices too far! But if I thought something was behind me, I probably could have used the anxiety to reach them better!

Tami
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I am so surprised that it ventured so close to you. I would’ve been screaming and doing a dance! LOL Shame on those kiddos of yours! LOL

Tiffany VanSickle
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haha Oh man!!! I would not have kept it together, either! Just, yuck!

Toughcookiemommy
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I hate mice because I think they are dirty. I would have definitely freaked out as well.