Mouse in the hizzouuuse!

Well. Saturday was QUITE the adventure. We started off cleaning up a bit, folding laundry, you know... the usual Saturday morning things... we were getting pumped and ready for the gym, I was taking pictures, actually for the blog, about my preworkout regime... and all the sudden I hear Cade saying... Jessica. Jessica. Seriously come here. I walk into the kitchen, and  Cade is staring down at one of the drawers....Uh oh I think...... and he stands back and points at the bread.... I think we have a mouse. WHoaaaaaaaa Whaaaahhhhtttt!?!? Sure enough.. there was a hole in the bag, and it half eaten. I almost fainted. I didn't know that to even think. Have we just been invaded?! The first thing that comes out of my mouth... "What to we do?! MOVE?!?!?!" wow.... that escalated quickly ;)

We stood there for a while trying to think of a game plan.. and by then I was finally able to think rationally.... so we set off to Wally World to get some traps.

Mmmmmmkaaaayyy. I learned ALOT  this weekend.  My husband, he is absolutely TERRIFIED of mice.
I am an excellent mouse trap setter... until I have to set it down..then it scares the pooooop out of me. I am thankful I didn't lose a finger this weekend. My husband is so afraid of mice, we set the traps and went and spent the day in Pocatello.

Sure enough... we came home, and the whole drive home, the only thing either of us could think about was if we had caught the mouse. So sure enough we get home, and I ask Cade to move the drawers so I can look and see if there is something in the trap. He is hesitant at first, but he does it.... one eye open, enough to see what he is doing. I look in. My heart freaking sunk. There he was. The dreaded mouse that made us both so distraught. Cade was already across the room, and I started BAWLING. If you don't know me... I love animals. EVEN the creepy crawly, bread eating sneakers that invade my home. The tender spot in my heart just fell through my chest, and I cried and cried the whole way out to the dumpster. I do  know however, how fast those traps come snapping down, (after a good 20 minutes of trial and error) so I am pretty confident he didn't struggle. It was nice knowing one was down for the count, and I did manage to find a solution to assemble another bomb without getting hurt this time. I did have some nightmares about catching mice.... so I am a little not so rested today :) and for those of you wondering.... there was nothing in the trap this am... so we miiiight be okay.

So, what scares you? For me, knowing something was in my kitchen, that was a little creepy, but I am glad I could have stepped up when my husband needed me to. Mice don't scare me, they just gross me out, and make me mad.

For me, fear is my driving force. There is nothing better than being terrified of something, and dominating what scares you. For me, being successful scares me, the feeling of deserving it scares me. Being let down scares me. Letting other people down scares me. I wish I could be afraid of mice, but mine is a different fear. Cade helps me through all my fears every day, and I don't know if he even is aware of that. Fear itself should not be feared, fear can be a good thing. Fear is what motivates me to try harder, to work harder, to love harder, and so that when I overcome those fears, I am proud because I DID IT!

Don't let your "mouse" take you down... rely on those that love you, that are a GOOD influence in your life, say goodbye to the toxic in your life, and push through those fears. Whether those fears are losing weight, finding the motivation or help, or things like success, or even mice, rely on those that bring you up, and work hard!! XOXOXOX