Monday was pretty unpleasant, thanks to a non-exciting list of task and the lack of diet coke in any form. Then Daniel came home at 7 that night with 4 boxes of my favorite, Diet Cherry Pepsi, and I had high hopes for Tuesday. Then Tuesday turned out to be a lot like Monday, except I also was working on my homework for grad school and got to read a chapter in one of our books about torture. In fairly horrible detail. That was kind of a downer, especially given that I am a Highly Gifted Unpleasantness In Any Form Avoider.
So I was kind of dreading today, but then I did my usual quick scan of Twitter when I woke up this morning and saw a tweet from one of my friends, noting that it was 2 AM and there was a bat in her bathroom. I'm not making this up. Go here to read it.
And I'm sorry, Maggie, I should not be cheered up by your trauma (but the bat was alone and there is no colony in your attic and no one got bit and I TOTALLY would not be cheered up by this if any of those things were true, I promise!). But today when I had to unload the dishwasher, my first thought was "but there's no bat in my bathroom!" And when I killed the 7th creepy ant in my dining room, I thought "but it's not a bat!" And so on. Yes, I know I'm disturbed.
And then I banished Vivian to her room this afternoon with books and blankets and her babies so that I could work on my scary paper (almost done!) and SHE FELL ASLEEP!!!!!!!!! She hasn't napped since Ethan got out of school last June, and so this is a miracle. I was so excited that I called Daniel to tell him to not call me to check in, because our phone is loud and it might wake Vivian up. I win. And there is no bat anywhere in my house. (The bat was caught and dealt with, and she no longer has a bat in her house either. So you win too, Maggie!)