WHY? really ... this is enough!

Apparently there is some higher being that has it out for me this week...or maybe...I'm being sent some other-worldly message ... "Sit in one spot and don't TOUCH anything!". I'm beginning to think that maybe I have a type of MIDAS syndrome - except instead of turning everything to gold, I'm creating havoc and breaking everything -living or non.

Seriously - it's a gorgeous day today - so I decide to haul my lazy self outside and get some things done in preparation for summer. I'm going to put together our new patio table (why I purchased a new table when we can't eat outside without being attacked by irritating little flying bugs - I don't know - but I did...). Very carefully I open all the packaging and lay out everything I need. I'm not a good direction follower in the first place - I generally like to do it my own way (because it's better right?)...but today I follow the instructions to the last period. Tim would be very proud - well at least up until this point. I've got the glass (do you see where this is going?) table top on a soft surface and well away from any heavy flying/tumbling objects.

Next come the legs - very gently - no screws yet - I place them in their designated spots. Next the brace that holds the 4 legs together...then a sound not unlike cracking ice...what? The table top has cracked and is now breaking into millions of little pieces. WELL...this certainly put a damper on my morning activities. It's now apparent to me that I should have opted to watch a movie with E instead.

Now what? Well thankfully the kind people at Lowe's will take it back - don't bring the glass please - and exchange for a new one. They tell me that there are 14 of this type of table left and that there is no need to put one on hold, they definintely won't sell out...I should have told them about the mouse...

Better today - I think...

After a good nights sleep - E actually touched MaxandRubyBellaRainbow this morning - still there was no love happening. So...after dropping the boy at school...I headed out to more local pet stores to see what I could find. I am determined that I am going to find some small being for this kid to love. No matter that I'm using a weeks worth of gas to find this little soul who may or may not (at this point I'm thinking probably not) appease my little boy. Oh well...

Store 1...nothing...not even a fish. Alrighty then.

Store 2...some fish, gerbils (ick!), and some cute little bunnies. No mice. Maybe I should just go next door and check out the Pandora beads.

Store 3...I enter with trepidation...my luck has NOT been good thus far. Why should it change here. BUT...I hit the mouse jackpot. Not only were there hundreds of little white mice - the wrong kind apparently, but there little dark eyed ones as well. Nothing like Bella - but that was a good thing. Right? If I got one just like her - E might think that she'd risen from the dead. There were mice ranging in age from jellybean size to full grown (they're not very big to begin with so there's not a huge jump from jellybean to grownup here) and expecting. So...in went the hand and on climbed (that's right I didn't have to chase it down) the most adorable baby mouse. OMG! Now I was in love...I didn't care if E didn't like her/him (hard to tell at this point it's so young - I'm a little uncomfortable poking around this poor little guys hind end) I wanted it. "You may have to feed her/him from a dropper for a bit." I don't care - this little soul is coming with me.

Well - I am SuperMom again (pretty much)...I picked my little guy up from school with new friend in hand. His smile said it all...he's in love...again.

He even lets me pick it up...I guess I've been forgiven.

I broke little man's pet!

In my world - there are no "ordinary" days. Each is it's own adventure. Today for expample...began with disaster with a capital "D". This story really starts yesterday - I thought that maybe Little E was ready for his own pet...the ideal candidate turned out to be a sweet (yes I said sweet) little mouse. She was (notice past tense) tawny and white with dark gentle eyes. Not your run of the mill pink eyed albino mouse. Nope this one was real special and E knew it. She was his from moment one. So the purchase was made - we rounded up all the necessary supplies to keep her safe from our 2 cats and headed home. E immediately took her out of the cage on his own - which in itself is amazing because he never picks up anything that might be consider icky. It was love for sure. Her name? Bella. Perfect!

First thing this a.m. he was up to introduce Dad to the newest member of the family. Little hands proudly scooped her up for Dad to see. Quick little thing - she slipped from his (E's) hands - in a moment of panic and fearing for her life (cats watching intently from NOT very far away) - I swooped in to save the day. Problem is - I swooped with a little too much enthusiasm and ... I broke her. Yes - broke her.

I'm pretty sure that at this point I have gone from Super Mom to Worst Mom Ever. I wasn't really ready for the "where do dead things go" or "why can't she just wake up" or "I just want you to make her come back" talks. Sigh...this wasn't going to be a good day.

We put her in a box with some nice smelling bedding and a small doll bouquet to remind her of E wherever her little spirit was off too. For most of the morning E sang to her - we said goodbye hundreds of times.

In an effort to redeem my "Super Mom" status - I convince Little E to leave Bella and head to the pet store for a replacement. "It'll look just the same - right?" - harder than you think. Albino with pink eyes - no problem. An abundance. Just like Bella - not happening.

We settled on a baby (yes - all white with pink eyes - but very cute and curious) and decided on the name Ruby Bella (actually MaxandRubyBellaRainbow). I should have realized there was a problem when E would not (refused) to carry the animal box provided by the pet store - out of the mall. He didn't want to look at her. Hmmm..."Red eyes are gross". Uh oh...

Okay - deep breaths - BIG DEEP BREATHS.

Home - won't look at her - won't touch her - wants nothing to do with MaxandRubyBellaRainbow...I'm in trouble.

Big sis gets home and is thrilled with her - thinks she is a suitable replacement for our loss. Little E says she can have her then. Okay..."Should I return her to the store then?" "I don't care - yes...". Just great.

I've decided maybe he needs some time - maybe he's afraid Mommy will break this one too and he doesn't want to get attached. E shuts down when we try and talk to him about it...so, he's asleep now...

Maybe tomorrow will be better...please!