The Gerbil Chronicles - the final chapter (I hope!)

So there has been no time to blog lately.  Life is busy, busy, busy.  A quick update - a was diagnosed with  post pardum hyperthyroidist versus the original thoughts of Grave’s disease.  That makes life a lot easier.  However, the medicine that I was given to help with the anxiety of a hyper thyroid gave me 2nd and 3rd degree burning - from the inside!  Almost all cured up now and life is back to normal.  ;0)

Bethany is potty trained.  Completely.  Wearing big girl panties and feeling proud.  I even trust her in the big girl panties in the car,sort of.  A miracle for sure.  Now she still wakes up hollaring…

“MOMMY I GOT TO GO PEE PEE.”

Now I know she is serious. It is also her biggest stall tactic before bed. 

“No Mommy, I gotta go pee pee.”  and then sometimes she does and sometimes, well, as she says it her “tee tee failed her.”

Now on to the gerbil report - this hopefully will be the last installment of that episode.  So, we initially had 4 bubblegum babies.  I often think of the song, “Ten little monkies jumping on the bed, one fell off and bumped his head…”  Except the gerbils arent bouncing, but we are counting them down.  We lost one within a few days - gone, nothing.  Mommy ate all evidence.  Maybe it never existed.  There was no sign it ever did…

The last three became the cutest little cotton balls you ever saw.  I know, I fell in love.  They would sit in yoru hand and nurse the folds of your skin and fall asleep!  I would find myself cuddling one and rocking it to sleep.  Only a mother would do that for a rat baby.  We had a gray, tan and white one.  Then, well, as the song goes “one fell off…”  I am not sure what actually happened but we found a limp body. It was awful.  Sad.  We had a funeral.  We placed it ever so gently into the trash bag….

No tears, no trama.  Just a small little funeral with some close friends and relatives.  THEN, two days later, another one bites the dust.  And another one’s gone, another one’s gone, another bites the dust!  And the tears!  Oh my.  Melt downs.  The kids went nuts.  We had a BIG funeral - lots of drama. We may have even brought out the Bible.  The kids were crying and you could hear moans acorss the wooden floors.  We cleaned out the cages and we prayed for the last gerbil.  They prayed it to have a long and happy life - I prayed it was a girl.  It is alive and well and celebrating it’s 5th week birthday this Friday.  I think I will get the candles out after all.  The final chapter is coming to a close, at least we hope.  Unless of course it is a boy and then we will have to add a new book to the series…