My Saturday Morning

I haven't even been out of bed an hour. Norah woke up at 6:30 so I fed her in bed while trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep (not successful on that point). Toby came in at 7 and crawled into bed with Horton, Big Dog, and Little Dog. Our whole family piled into our double bed. Somehow the only one who was able to sleep through all the commotion was BJ. So I decide to get to work and run downstairs to the cellar with some laundry. Guess what greets me down there. A dead mouse. What should I do when I come within a foot of a dead mouse splayed across my cellar floor at 7:30 in the morning? I think I should just go back to bed. I surely am not moving that thing! Isn't it a man's job to deal with rodents and bugs--whether living or dead? BJ's already gotten Toby killing bugs in the house for me. Let's hope he doesn't initiate Toby into the rodent-clearing duties just yet. On a side note, Toby made it through the whole day yesterday in big-kid pants with only one accident, and that was at home while playing in the garden. We went to two stores, a restaurant, and a toddler's gym class and he stayed dry!!!! Hooray!