You can tell yourself you don’t need a man in the house.
You can adjust to the empty spot at the dinner table.
You can learn to watch television without the comforting presence next to you.
You can even come to appreciate what you learn along the way.
And then the air conditioner kicks on and a foul smell comes through the vents and all you really want in the world is a man to fix the problem.
I have Hayden and he is getting a crash course lately in being the man of the house. Strange smells from the furnace room though are still more than he can handle so I called our neighbor, Marcus, who lives across the street.
I can not say enough how completely, wonderfully blessed I have been by the people in my life this year. God has hand picked really fabulous individuals who have helped me over each and every hurdle. Marcus has had to pinch hit any number of times over the past few months. Last night he was on odor patrol.
He headed down to the furnace room to investigate the source. The floor drain was kind of clogged, so I ran and got pitchers of hot water and he flushed that out. Then he turned to the hole behind him where a sump pump would go if we had one.
Marcus shone his flashlight down in the hole that had some water in it and said, “Well, there’s a mouse down there and it isn’t swimming any more.”
I was out of there like a shot to get my son.
Hayden assisted Marcus in the dead mouse removal and took it out to the trash. Then the two of them sucked the rest of the water out with a Shop Vac. Hopefully that is the end of the odor.
Hayden’s next lesson? Setting and emptying mouse traps. Shudder.