Mice under the Stove

I don't know about you, but I tend to notice things at the most inconvenient times. Times when there's nothing I can do to fix whatever it is I've noticed. Like noticing you have mustard on your shirt when you're out and have no wipes. Or noticing how long your hair has gotten when you have no time for another week or so to cut it. Or noticing your car is an absolute mess because of pollen season right before you go to pick someone up. Or noticing your food is burning while your two kids are screaming.

Nursing a young baby affords a lot of time to notice things you can do nothing about. Like the spots on the carpet, the junk on the table, the fingerprints on everything, and oh yeah - the mice under the stove. Fortunately these are not real mice, just the cat toys. I'd rather wondered where they'd made off to. The problem is that by the time you're done nursing something else has come up so when you notice these things is when you're incapacitated (for lack of a better word). Also, there just always seems to be something better to do than to fish out cat toys from under the stove. Doggonit, they are just going to end up right back down there in another day or two.

Fortunately now I have found an online to-do list that also has a phone app (huge props to Cozi.com), so as long as I have my phone or computer by me I can add whatever I'm thinking about to a list and then maybe someday it will get done. Maybe. Someday. In the meantime, it affords me alternating bouts of frustration and amusement to think of all the things I've noticed.