First of all, it really sucks ass when you're walking in the rain with your two children while wearing your glasses because you felt the need to take your contacts out this morning and your feet are sloshing in water even though you're wearing shoes. All the things wrong with that sentence:
1) it's fucking raining. Again. You'd think we lived in Florida or something with the four days of rain here, two days of partly sunny!/BRING ON THE SUNSCREEN! there, kind of weather we've been having for 2 months now.
2) trying to QUICKLY haul 2 children when it's raining is like an oxymoron, or something. The baby suddenly wants to sit up instead of sit still while being strapped into the stroller and the preschooler thinks the words MOVE QUICKLY means RUN CIRCLES AROUND THE STROLLER LIKE A CRAZED MANIAC!
3) it's really hard to make sure there are no stray cars driven by idiots trying to randomly run you and your children over when you can't see through the your rain spotted glasses.
4) what a really sucky time to find out the soles of your shoes are cracked and thus letting water soak your feet from the bottom up. There is no where to remedy this when you're in Barnes and Noble for story time.
And secondly, this better be a different mouse then earlier this month. I think it is because it appears a smidge smaller. I said before that if another one came into the house I would KILL it, but Kyra was watching. Again. And this time she wanted to feed him! She shared her strawberry with it.
I think we ought to tell the landlord that IF we had a CAT we might not have MICE!