Sometimes the best plans are the ones we least saw coming….
On Monday, we woke up to another “cold day” (technically a snow day). N went into work in the morning and then did some grocery shopping for me while I stayed indoors with the girls. The windchill was a reported -40 degrees and even people who “like” winter were ready to move south.
I had a strange feeling when I woke up that something was going to go wrong with the house again today. After the flooded crawl space/leaky toilet/ no heat/ leaky roof incident of Christmas, the “mouse”/ spider incidents of the fall, the second leaky roof incident, the vent and heater cleaning that literally saved our lives from a corroded pipe leaking carbon monoxide, the trapped sewage that forced us out of the house in the middle of the night, the polar vortex that reeked havoc on our drafty walls, and finally the demise of the hot water heater that of course happened on a weekend when I was home alone with the girls, in the middle of a snow storm….. I guess you could say I was expecting it.
Call me paranoid…
The day, however, went along fine and I brushed off those negative feelings. N took over nap duty to give me some further time to finish up some projects and that was just about when things took a sharp turn south.
He came back to the room to retrieve something and gave me a look that said “don’t ask questions”. I continued on but started to hear something eerie in the kitchen. The “mouse” we had heard in our walls months prior seemed to be so loud I was certain it was in the house. I called out to N who said, “don’t come in here, I’ve caught something”……
Well that was a conversation I don’t EVER care to hear again.
It turns out there was a bat…a BAT…in our house, hanging from the ceiling, nonchalantly, directly outside of the girls room!!!!!!
To say I freaked out is an understatement. We are talking tears, chills that I couldn’t get rid of, an escape plan made in under an hour…
Phone calls were made, plane tickets booked, bags were hastily packed, dinner was cold sandwiches eaten on the run. We left that very night for Nashville and arrived around 2:30am.
The amazing thing is all the details of this hasty concoction came together beautifully as if to sing, “this was planned long before 5pm.” N had another “cold day” on Tuesday that was called Monday afternoon So he was able to drive us down to Nashville and back. My mom was in Chattanooga and planning to fly back to California early Wednesday morning. She drove up to Nashville Tuesday evening (amongst the snowmeggedon of the south) and helped me get the girls ready for bed. Bea slept terribly that night and I got about an hour of sleep, but all I could think was, “tomorrow I’ll be in California “.
At 4:30am, we woke up the girls and flew to the paradise. 48 hours after discovering the bat in our house, I walked off the plane, 3,000 miles away from the feral creatures, the frigid temps, and the rental house. At that point, it was just about the distance I needed. It is 65 degrees here and sunny, and for now, we have no plans to return. We are here indefinitely or until the bat situ is taken care of/our home state no longer feels like the North Pole. The only thing missing is Daddy, who has to stay back in the wretchedness..,as work, duty, and the exterminator calls. We will certainly miss him….
but I think he will miss us more…
sweet mama k