High Heel Waders and Mousin' Boots

Living in the country has required me to re-purpose some of my footwear.

I posted a while back that Hubby had seen a mouse in the laundry room. I didn't post the follow-up to that story. So, here we go.

The Monday night after the initial mouse sighting, Hubby was due back in St. Stephens after he finished his class that he teaches for the Baptist College of Florida. Class is over at 10 PM so we expected him around midnight. I had a terrible time getting kids to bed that night, so when I finally got the baby down and Rosy took her shower and got her thick head of hair dried, it was close to 11:30. She bribed me that she would do some of Tuesday's school work if I let her stay up to see her daddy. I gave in and let her. Then I went to clean the kitchen. I walked to the laundry room to toss a hand towel in the dirty clothes and I saw Twinkle in her pouncer crouch in the corner. I knew right away that it was the mouse!!!!! I quickly dragged a big box in front of the door so that the mouse couldn't get into the rest of the house. I hollered for Rosy to run upstairs and grab the boots I'd worn to church the day before - my brown, leather high heeled knee boots! Just as she came racing down the stairs with my "mousin' boots" as they are now called, Hubby came through the front door. He made it down the stairs just as I finished zipping up the boots and was about to head in to rescue Twinkle. He ignored the fact that I was dressed in my night shirt and "mousin' boots" and he went in to battle the mouse. He chased and chased, but the little vermin hid. So, the next morning I called the exterminator. I had tried to be nice, but enough was enough!!!! Forever, Rosy will refer to those boots as my "mousin' boots". (And, in case you didn't get this part, I needed the boots so the mouse couldn't touch my bare feet.)

In other exciting news, our house flooded last night. I came downstairs this morning at 7:30 and stepped in about 1/2 inch of water. Almost the entire bottom floor was covered. It has been a really long day of mopping, swabbing, drying, and trying to make intelligent choices in the face of some real stress. At one point, several men in the church decided to re-route the water flow through our flowerbeds. I looked out my window and I had 3 trucks, 1 front end loader, 1 four wheeler, 1 disc-er, and about 7 guys with shovels in the front yard. Momma and I stayed inside and mopped. Most of the floor is either ceramic tile (which is fine) or wood laminate (which is not fine), but one room is carpeted. We are still soaking water out of the carpet. I refuse to walk on it, so I dug out some of my platform high heels and I now have some high heel waders. As a matter of fact, my computer is in the carpeted room, so I had to put my waders on to get in here to blog.

I can't wait to show y'all pics. As a matter of fact, I dug out the camera today, but I still haven't found the charger, so it was useless. We're working on getting everything up and running.

My husband and I ask for your prayers. We feel that God led us to this new church field, but we feel very much that we are under attack by Satan and his demons. Please pray for our protection in the big and small things.