Going Bear Crazy

So I mentioned a report of a bear (approximately 350 lb bear to be exact) here in housing last week in the post about losing my keys. Well, apparently I'm losing my mind as well. We have found what the boys think is bear poop right in our back yard. Two times. Obviously that freaks me out to no end, and I respond by looking around frantically constantly on watch for a bear while we are outside playing in the yard. My wonderful husband on the other hand responds by going to the store to buy molasses to lure the bear. He poured it on the trees and left the half full jar in the tree. He's hoping to find evidence tomorrow. It makes me laugh just thinking about a raccoon eating that yumminess and knocking it over while Brett is convinced the bear got it. LOL

It does not make me laugh thinking about attracting this bear to my yard though. I didn't realize how freaked out I was until tonight when everyone was already asleep. I'm the only night owl in the house...thankfully. It's so quiet at night...and scary. I went to get a lifesaver out of the kitchen when I decided to make sure the side door was locked. I peeked down the basement stairs and it was open (the screen door was shut, but the actual door was open). I wasn't surprised as my husband has never been big on locking door, cars, anything. He laughs when he gets locked out and calls it Fort Knox. I am the worrier and the safety freak of course, so I run down the stairs to shut and deadbolt the door when I panic. The thought that the bear was inside the basement overtook me and I ran as fast as I could back into the kitchen and slammed the kitchen door. I'm surprised I didn't fall up the stairs. Lord knows I've fallen down those awful stairs more than my fair share.

When I got back in the living room, I laughed a bit at myself and went back to watching my show (Parenthood. The best show EVER.) when I noticed the front door behind me was rattling. A lot. I was immediately frozen with fear and convinced that there was a bear at the front door trying to get in. I gathered a little courage and went to the door and peeked out the little window in the door. Thankfully, nothing was there and the door was locked. I again laughed at myself for being convinced it was a bear versus the crazy wind outside making the door rattle. Definitely losing my mind 'round here.

This may or may not be the bear in my yard. ;)

On a more parental note, we have been sick, so we skipped ballet this morning. I figured the other mommies might give me a nasty look when my little ballaweena comes in hacking and blowing snot bubbles. I did have a few errands I had to run though, so I gathered up all my energy and got us loaded in the car. About 5 minutes down the road, I'm feeling very productive so I decide to head up to the Petaluma outlets about 30 minutes away and return something* to the Gap. I figure this will be a quick in and out trip before hitting up the post office and grocery store, leaving us plenty of time to get home before lunch and naptime. I'm sure this is all too familiar to other moms, but a quick return at Gap turned into TWO potty breaks, a few rides on the... Well, what are those things called? It was a train and a boat that you put fifty cents into and it shakes and moves. They aren't really rides as in Six Flag rides, but I guess that's the closest thing. Anyway, two potty breaks, a few rides, a run around Gap and a diaper change later, we finally made it out of there. For those of you without kids, any "quick" errand that should take less than 5 minutes will automatically take at least 30 45 minutes. Due to said sickness, they passed out on me before we even got to the second stop. I got lunch and sat in the car waiting for them to stir so we could go into the post office. (They were literally unwakeable. Trust me. I tried.) I don't know about where you live, but our post office is always a nightmare. To make matters worse, they have now added an entire card display which only makes juggling boxes and keeping 2 toddlers in line even more difficult. Staring at Scooby Doo, mermaids and Cat in the Hat is just too much for my girls. They have to touch. Everything. We managed to make it out of there and gave up on the rest of the errands. I still felt productive as I managed to check a few things off the "to do" list, which is more than I can say for most days. Gotta celebrate the small things, right? It keeps me sane, even if I am losing my mind.