In a few hours my most hectic month of the fall will officially be over. I woke up energized this morning as I would pass my last day of the month with the event that I have been looking forward to most out of the whole month - spending Halloween with my sister from Massachusetts as well as my nephews. The girls were ecstatic as well. They could hardly contain themselves all week in anticipation.
My sister and I were enjoying our lunch with the three older kids playing outside in my parents' nice yard when A walked in and said, "Mom, D has a rat in her hands." I flew out of my seat and headed for the door with my sister calling out, "What are you doing? It's just a tangle in her hair."
I looked back confused by her comment, but before I could process what she was saying, D and H bursted through the back door with proud smiles on their faces. Even though I dreaded what would be the object of their excitement my eyes travelled down to D's hands at about the same time as my sister's. "Ahhhh!" we both screamed in unision at the sight of the baby mouse that she was tenderly holding in her hands, and I started backpedalling away from D as quickly as possible.
"Get that out of here. Go back outside!" my sister shrieked. From between us my dad could not contain his chuckles. While I caught my breath he walked outside to handle the mouse.
"Was it alive?" my sister blurted out.
"I don't think so," I said. "Or how else would she have been able to hold it?"
Nonetheless, I decided to go outside and confirm. My dad was carrying the lifeless body to the dumpster and both kids had looks of disappointment on their faces.
"H, did you touch it too?"
"Yes, mom," he replied.
"Then get inside and wash your hands right now," my sister said.
As I scooped D up to carry her inside, she said, "But he was a cute little rat." Despite ourselves, we could not help but laugh.
Right as I was getting ready to strip off all of D's clothes and give her a bath, my sister who typically freaks out even more than I do in situations such as this told me to just wash her hands and send her out to play even more.
With my heart rate back to normal and the kids blissfully resuming their play, I was able to continue with my afternoon. Whenever we get together, my sisters and I create memories. This will definitely be one that will make us laugh for many years.