Just that really. I rent a Victorian terrace that I was utterly in love with. Now I'm just stressed. I first saw a mouse before Xmas. The letting agent dutifully sent a pest control chap who put black boxes with poison in the down. The mouse didn't touch them but I didn't see it again until few weeks back. Mouse chap has been back, again the mouse won't eat the poison so he's put something else down that looks like plasticine. Before I only saw then down stairs but I have just had one running around my bedroom. I am so distressed now, dd2 is snoring in her cot and the foot of my bed. Dd1 is her her bed that's low to the ground. I am so freaked out now about the mice running over the kids.
This is making me mental I can't sleep and I'm obsessively vacuuming and disinfecting because I think even a tiny crumb will make it worse.
Please talk me down!