The Week in Recap
Sunday night, I arrived home from BlogHer having just been schooled in Michelin Tires 101. The kids were feverish and glassy-eyed, but happy to see me. My husband gratefully put on his work clothes and headed out the door on Monday morning with a distinct spring in his step.
As for me, well...
I spent most of the week working from my bed, with one or more sick kids draped sweaty and dry-heaving across my lap. One got better, only to have the next in line succumb. Couple that with lots of high-attention-to-detail work and the post-BlogHer energy hangover from the conference, and it has been a long, sweaty, bed-ridden week.
I know, poor me, right? I'm totally joking.
At 4:45 this evening, my daughters informed me that there was yet another snake under one of the beds in their room. Yay. I love snakes.
My husband was at least an hour from home, and my oldest shares my aversion to dealing with things with no legs who may or may not be responsible for the fall of mankind. Just in general, you understand. It's really a primal thing.
I pushed my son off of me, and ran my fingers through my hair while weighing my options.
"Is it dead?" I wanted to know. I might be able to deal with dead.
"No, and I can't see its head, mommy."
Fantastic.
I informed my daughters that they would need to deal with the snake because I was fixin' to freak the heck out.
My five-year-old calmly went into the bedroom, picked the snake up right behind the head and calmly carried it to the window and threw it outside.
Aaaaaand all that Animal Planet is paying off.
I've still got lots of things to talk about, but right now? I'm going to make sure that snake is sent away on a witness relocation program and despite my thrill that my cat is a great little hunter, I'm going to be wearing full on chest high waders for the rest of my life.
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Comments
A snake? IN THE HOUSE? Yeah, I'd be freaking right the f out. And we don't have cable so no Animal Planet would save us.
Posted by: Heather | July 25, 2008 9:29 PM
I would have left and put the house on the market. Problem solved.
Posted by: suburbancorrespondent | July 26, 2008 6:59 AM
There is a payoff for all the work you put into your kids, you know? Your own personal snake rescuer . . . Yeah for the 5 year old!
Posted by: Mozi Esme's Mommy | July 26, 2008 7:07 AM
Oh my gosh, that is awful. How do the snakes get in the house and what do you mean this is not the first time? Are they poisonous..?
Hope your family gets better soon..
Dorothy from grammology
www.grammology.com
Posted by: Dorothy Stahlnecker | July 26, 2008 2:29 PM
I I HAD managed to talk one of my kids into picking up a snake, there would have been a seriously high risk of them chasing me with it. *shudder*
Posted by: Lisa | July 29, 2008 2:25 PM
No freaking way! Snakes! You have got to be kidding me! OK, that happened at my cousin's house (and it was a Diamondback Rattlesnake, mind you...), but that was in the desert...Tuscon...You're in New York, right? Snakes. In your HOUSE? O.M.G!
And your 5 year old dealt with it FOR you? Woman, you are blessed. That's all I can say. Except that I think I would tell my husband that he had damn well better be home the next time that happens. Better yet. That had better never happen again. Or I'm moving. Period.
Molly
(Balanced Babe on www.mothersbalancingact.com and Tacky Princess on www.whitetrashmom.com)
Posted by: Molly | July 30, 2008 10:40 AM
YIkes -hope everyone is feeling better now!
I have a question. Is your cat an indoor/outdoor cat?? If so, maybe the cat has brought the snake in to "hunt later" Not a fun thought, I realize, but in truth it's possible. Unless you only let them in/out doors manually, unlike a free to come and go cat door. When we lived in SC, where anoles, lizards, and skinks are prominent it was nothing to have a critter in the house daily. Or just find the tail where the cats had caught/played with the critter outside, critter got away, except for the tail, and they brought in their "prize." Though I'm a critter person and don't mind them, but it was the first thought I had when you mentioned the cat.
Go 5-year old and YAY Animal Planet!! Except for AP constantly airing commercials for birth control, which my now 5YO sings at the top of his lungs while playing outside-ugh.
Posted by: Ang | July 30, 2008 11:55 AM