Rat poop that is. And rat poop only means one thing – rats. I realize that I have yet to dive into my rat saga here in blogland. A saga that deserves it’s very own blog post but believe me when I say that the saga is not over. I started today with the simple goal of hanging a single air plant in the corner of my laundry room. An air plant that, when all was said and done, I don’t even like in the corner of my laundry room. I went for my trusty drill and started drilling a hole. There was the usual mess: dust and dirt, but then there was something else. A literal shower of rat shit rained down upon me (and all over my clothes hamper I might add). I stood there for a moment in disbelief before I quickly cleaned it up as this is just the sort of thing my cats would love to make an even bigger mess out of. As I walked from the laundry room to the shower I became angrier and angrier with each step that these evil varmits had once again penetrated my walls and were back. Then, as if the rat shit shower was the final straw, the floodgates opened. As I stood in the shower furiously scrubbing hantavirus off of me, I sobbed. I cried tears for the return of the rats but also for everything else that has (or hasn’t) been going on in my life lately and I thought, “Why can’t this girl catch. a. break. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!” What did I do in a previous life to anger the gods so badly!? Once the crying started to subside I tried to think of what someone’s encouraging words might be to me in a situation like this, you know, to pump myself up a bit. All I could think of is what I’ve heard so many times before…”Yes, but you have a house.” And then I started to cry again. You think I don’t know I have a house?! I am aware. Thank you. As a matter of fact, me having a house is the whole reason for this pep talk you are giving me in which are telling me I have a house. Please. Don’t remind me. I digress, but you get the point. Sometimes I just feel like this house is getting the best of me.
I’m sure all of this will look so much better in tomorrow’s light but today it just feels, well…shitty.
























