Today, my soldier and I traveled from Chicago back to Oklahoma to get "back to work." It was very adult of us to not cry and stay at my parents house. GO us.
We came back to our house and found it otherwise occupied. BY A MOUSE* (At one point, the numbers "2 mice" and "3 not-blind-mice" were thrown around but we only had a visual on one and we are praying that it stays that way.) We may have regressed a bit from our adultish ways here.
As as it turns out, part of adulting is NOT jumping in your significant other's truck and driving away so that he can burn the house down. Lucky for me, I was able to ignore that instinct and be able to try and help. I can't say I did much (he bought traps, the sucker didn't have a chance) but am really proud of how we handled it. Yes, we screamed (fine I was the only one screaming) and yes, it was only a mouse, by our ability to handle it reminded me of all the reasons I picked his particular human to spend my life with.
Ok. So being an adult is sometimes hard. Sometimes you have to catch a mouse in a sea of furniture and a Christmas tree... but I guess if you're doing it with the person you love... adulting isn't so bad.