Mouse in the House

By Laura Mazza - Mum on the Run
Read more from Mazza at: TheMumOnTheRun.com
Originally on Facebook. Published with author's permission. 


Okay so I've been debating whether to post this because I'm convinced people will think I'm an incapable human being at life and adulthood, but I've figured they're right and I may as well.

Today I saw a mouse in my son's room.

A mouse.

Stewart Little has decided to come into my house and set up camp near my son's drawers. (Not his pants American people, his clothes' drawer thing).

I saw it and I froze. And it was the kinda freeze that you feel like you shouldn't even breathe. Where your air escapes your lungs. I'm trying to find my pulse again when my daughter decided to strut into the room with her toddler swag and I screamed no! And it wasn't just any no. It was the loudest noooooooooooooooooooooo I've ever made in my life.

So I shut the door and I leave little Jerry (Tom's mate) to his own devices.

I decided to call my husband because there's a mouse in the house, and when there is a mouse in the house, other than blow torching the house down, there isn't much in the way of rational thinking.

He answers the phone and I say "mouse" -- I stutter because I'm fucking terrified. This is no Mickey Mouse, okay. This is Ratatouille, but smaller, and he isn't making some delicious soup, he's gonna spray out pebble poo and make babies everywhere and in my son's ears and they'll crawl in my mouth... mouse in my mouth!!!

"Huh?" He says.

"Mouse in house," I say still shaken.

"Cat in hat," he replies.

"No babe, there's a mouse in Luca's room! You need to come home NOW and take it outside!"

"Oh, Bub, you just take it outside, or just kill it."

"Kill it???"

Obviously this guy hasn't seen the movie 'Witches' where the witch turns into a mouse after eating soup and gets stomped on by the chef and green pus sprays out.

"There are children in the house, your children. You need to come here. I can't save them."

He laughs.

He thinks I'm joking.

This face isn't joking. This face is scared that this mouse is going to radio the rescuers and call his other mice friends to come and have a pebble poo party orgy. NOT ON MY WATCH, MOUSE. Not on my watch. But of course he can't see my face because he's on the phone.

"Okay I'm being serious; there's a mouse in the house and I'm FREAKING THE F OUT."

I actually did swear but I'll try and be cool in the post. Pretty sure I called the mouse the C word. 

"Where is it?" he asks.

"In Luca's room."

"Where?"

"I dunno. I'll open the door..."

I open the door so slowly... inch by inch in snail speed, so slow that I can hear my husband asking if I'm still there.

And it's there. In the same spot. "It's dead!!!!!"

I shut the door.

Oh my lord the mouse is dead. I have a DEAD mouse in my house. I start to cry a little bit.  "It's dead... it never had a chance to live its life."

"Babe just go scoop it up with a piece of paper and put it in the bin. I have to go to a meeting."

So I hung up on him. Because obviously I'm alone in this. I'm alone and I need to be the brave one...

So I take a couple of swigs of whiskey, and say, "Okay, Laura, today is the day you will fight your biggest fear in life and remove a dead mouse from your house." I said this about 10 times in the mirror, and slapped myself a few times before I bolted down the door and went charging in like a knight in shining armor with a piece of paper screaming like the warrior woman I am and charge up onto this dead mouse in my house and I realize...

I realise it's not a mouse. No, not a mouse at all... It's a tiny leopard... A tiny toy leopard. I nod to myself and say, "We shall never tell a soul about this."

My husband got home 4 hours later and asked me how it went... I said, "Mate, I handled that shit."

Well now the mouse is outta the bag... Pic of the bastard below.



About the author: Laura Mazza - Mum on the Run

Ode to My Placenta

Background art by Mamapaints on Etsy


Ode to My Placenta

How do I love? Let me count the ways.

First, I love your beauty, so rich and warm and red
Placenta you’re my pillow in my coziest womb-bed.

Second, you bring nourishment and liquid from my mom
When she eats well, then I eat well, that’s good because I’m young.

Third, you take away my waste and metabolize the rest
It goes out through Mom’s kidneys, no work, no fuss, no mess.

Fourth, you’re a barrier to keep our bloods apart
For mom and I are separate beings, though connected at the start.

Fifth, you’re my advocate - you tell my mom what to do
Your hormones keep me growing and that makes mom healthy too.

Sixth, you bring oxygen each time mom takes a breath
I need a lot of clean, fresh air because my lungs don’t work quite yet.

Seven, you’re my thermostat - you keep my womb just right
Mom sweats for me in the daytime, and warms me up at night.

Lastly, you’re my treasure chest of blood for when I’m born
The extra meal that fills me up to birth me in top form.

So, please don’t cut my cord too soon, and don’t pull on it too
I’ll call for my placenta when I am safely through.

And when you see this wondrous thing that grew me up so well
Say thank you to the God who made us from one cell.

-Sarah Buckley, M.D.
author of Gentle Birth, Gentle Mothering: A Doctor's Guide to Natural Childbirth and Gentle Early Parenting Choices


Peaceful Parenting Books

"No parent is perfect. We're all just winging it and
doing the best we can along the way." -Danelle Frisbie

Cheers to all the imperfect, but always striving, peaceful parenting moms and dads out there! We know that life's daily bumps and bruises can stress and strain our abilities to be the parents we truly want to be, for the sake of our little ones. And yet, in the end, it is the love poured into each decision, step by step, as we look ahead to doing the best we can the next time around.

Peaceful parenting truly is about listening to our instincts, and watching/learning the cues of our babies and children. It is about tapping into the primal, attached manner of care that resides in us all. And consciously choosing to put our kids and their needs first, knowing that the days may feel long, but the years are so, so short -- and what we do right now will impact tomorrow, and forevermore, and generations to come.

No one needs books or 'experts' to tell you how to parent. You have the wisdom within. However, for those who love to understand the ins and outs of attachment development, neurological functioning, the whys and hows of gentle parenting, and gain tips and trouble shooting solutions along the way, these are some of the most excellent items that fellow peaceful parenting families have come to love. If you have another suggestion, please feel free to add it to the comments below or contact us.

Here's to happy, healthy babies and children, and a happy, whole world.

[Books update in progress - not all are listed yet.] 


Breastfeeding Badges: Celebrating Milky Milestones


For a number of years breastfeeding moms arriving at peaceful parenting with lactation questions, seeking community, and finding support, have asked for breastfeeding badges to celebrate milestones along the way. This World Breastfeeding Week we are happy to share our badges with the hope that they empower, encourage, and warm many mommas' hearts along the way.

No matter how long you've nursed your baby, you are giving your little one a beautiful start in life - and one that will impact them forevermore.

The design for our breastfeeding badges includes colorful spirals with a glistening of milky white. Danelle Frisbie explains:
The breastfeeding badge spirals represent many things: the circular nature of life and love between a mother and her baby; generations of breastfeeding women before us and those to come; the ebb and flow and flexibility required as both a parent and as a nursing mom; the constant sureness that while we may not see things change moment to moment, they always are; the yin/yang type of opposites that exist in us all - sometimes bubbling forth through our breastfeeding years (anyone who has nursed a 2 or 3 year old will have days they want to quit, or feel touched out, but deeply long at the same time to keep going for the wellbeing of their child - knowing that a natural end in weaning will too quickly arrive, and this will all be gone in the blink of an eye). Spirals have also been used far into antiquity, and to the present day, to represent female energy, power, reproduction, and life-giving -- all of which flow forth in a mother's milk. 

We invite you to take and use breastfeeding badges along your own journey, and if you feel like sharing any of your experiences or photos with us, drop a note to DrMomma.org@gmail.com or join the Breastfeeding Group on Facebook.

Wishing you all the milky love this year and beyond!

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