Worst Mom Ever???

Okay, so I live with kids and lots of times the toilets are magically NOT flushed. So when my closet area started to smell slightly off I immediately checked the boys bathroom which shares the back wall of my closet. It was kind of gross, but not real stinky. I flushed and didn't think much off it. Later that day I still noticed it and checked my bathroom, which is right next to my closet. It was flushed and clean, and I thought, wow someone must have had a tummy ache to still have that scent lingering. Well, this morning the scent was still there, so I made a mental note to call Beau - my resident toilet expert, because a few months ago we had some bad sewer smells and he found that our toilet wasn't quite set right. He reset it and, voila, no more sewer! Then the more my brain processed it the more I thought, that is really not the bathroom, that is the closet. Jeff has been going to the gym at 5 every morning, and the boy works out hard!! I decided to tell him that we needed a new system of where to put dirty gym clothes. Again, my brain is still working and a while later I had a thought, "that is not sweat smell, that is DEAD smell". I immediately remembered the mouse trap I had placed almost 2 years ago. When we first moved in we had a huge mouse problem and it took me about 3 months to get rid of them all, but I hadn't seen a mouse since so I quit checking my traps. This trap was under my dresser in my closet. Put there by pulling out the bottom drawer. It took me about half an hour to work up the courage to even look. (I know, am usually a very strong, get it done kind of girl, but I can't stand dead squished things - I can't step on bugs either!) So I get down there and pull out the drawer, while on the phone with Becca. She was in the middle of a story so I decided I would just peek and not say anything until she was done. It didn't work out that way. The minute I pulled the drawer out it saw it and the "Oh, My Gosh" was out there. She asked me what happened and I told her there was a dead mouse in the trap in my closet. Just once (okay maybe it is not the only time) I was wishing for a husband who thought I was a incompetent little orchid so that I could call him and have him rush home from work to save me from the dead stinky thing. However if you know Jeff, and our relationship, you know that I didn't even consider calling him. I think he prides himself on all the things his wife can just get done without making a big deal about it (yes, I even do plumbing and hang sheet rock). What to do now? Do I just spray air freshener and close the door until Jake gets home from school (or more likely Brooke, because for a crazy boy, Jake hates this kind of stuff as much as I do)? Well, NOW every time I even get near my room, I think I can smell it even more. I know I won't last 6 more hours. I get my dust pan, and cover it with TWO plastic grocery bags. Then I get FOUR skewer sticks and cover them together with tin foil to hold them together. (I needed a stick, I wanted it to be something I didn't care about throwing away, and I wanted it dull enough not to puncture the stinking carcass!) Here is the WORST MOM EVER PART!! Then I went and found my sweet (read:disgusting) little five year old boy, Gage and said, I have a job for my big brave boy. I then explained to him how he had to get the mouse onto the dust pan with the stick, then turn the bags inside out so that the mouse was inside, and them deposit them into the outside garbage can. HE LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!! Except the throwing away part. He wanted to "teep it to show the tids". He wasn't at all grossed out by the bloated oozing body (hey another addition to words I hate OOZING!!) So is it bad for a grown woman to make her 5 year old SAVE her from a DEAD mouse? (Yeah, like you wouldn't have done the same!!)