Chink in the armor

Today at playgroup PJ tapped me on the shoulder a few times to tell me she saw a mouse run across the floor in the basement. I chose to think she was telling tall tales and quickly became engrossed in snacks, making sure KP didn’t throw the vase across the floor and other “mom” discussions that were going on at the time.

The woman who hosted the play group is that one individual in the group who really has it all together, or at least that is how everyone in the group feels about her. She is that woman who can happily keep hold of four kids, numerous house remodeling projects, and her job as an ER doctor. She not only is a doctor, but she chooses to do the night shift so she can be with her children and volunteer at school during the day. She will never complain, nor does she let out too much information. To boot, she is the most organized human being I have ever seen. She even makes dry erase boards look sexy.

As everyone in play group was heading for the door, PJ brought up the mouse again. I looked at our host and said, “PJ keeps saying she saw a mouse run across the floor downstairs.” The shear look of horror and panic that crossed over her face was something I couldn’t believe. Then the pacing started and the switching the baby from one arm to the next and then the rambling of how could she have forgotten to tell us about the gerbil. And in no uncertain terms, with tears in her eyes, we were told that we ladies were not allowed to leave until that rodent was found and put back in its cage by someone else other than her.

And until this day, I could have sworn she was an unbreakable rock. It’s so nice to know she too is human, even if it is only rodents.

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