I spent some time in NH with my DD and DGD to help out. It was great to be there ... but also hard. I am a huge home body ... really really am. I can go long periods without even realizing I have not been out of the house. But the last few months have been go go go. I am also a very routuine based person. Stubborn actually when it comes to the way my day goes. I clean certain room on certain days (Monday both baths get a full cleaning, Tuesday the Kitchen gets a full cleaning and so forth) ... I wash laundry a certain time ... I take Chipmunk outside for her brushing every other day. So being away from home ...well it had its stresses. But you can never image the greatest stress.
My DSIL (son in law... and you can figure out the D) Had a pet snake ... a large pet snake that lives in a huge fish tank. About a week before Skyla was born I was told the snake died. I tryed to feel sad for my SIL but I was so releaved. I had actually become the nag of all nags when it concerned this snake. I felt a pet like this was a batchler pet not a family pet. The cage had weights added to the lid along with ducktape to keep him in his area. You see he like to get out and go explore.
OK so lets back track just a little ... The new couple move in their new trailer about 4 weeks before the baby is to arrive. The snake gets out ... and Jen finds him curled up on her kitchen table ... The snake goes back in the tank with extra duck tape and weights .... He is secure now !!! Then three weeks later the snake dies .......... Or does it........
My first day in NH ... I am stressed becaused I know I am staying for a while ... and DH and DS are coming back home. I make my bed in the fold out couch ... I do not sleep much ... I am already home sick .... then I finally fall asleep sometime after 3 am. OK now 6 am is rolling on and I feel something hit my head ... I wake up trying to focus and figure out my surroundings and again something hits me in the head ... but this time my eyes focus on the SNAKE 6'3" Snake wraped around the floor lamp hanging down in my face. Scream OHHH my GOD I have never screamed so loud so blood curdling loud. As Jen came running down the hall I dove to her and begged her to please let me go home. I know I am supposed to be a grown woman right ... well that all went out the window. SIL fought with him to get him off the lamp ... yes he broke the lamp in his grip ...and back in his secure ( Yah right) tank. He had been missing 3 weeks and 2 days so SIL thought he had gone out of the dry vent and died in the snow. So he figured he would fing him when the snow melted. Only God knows where he was hiding. Some might think in the couch but the following weekend when Skyla had been born that is where Joe and I slept.
The good news ... the local pet store own adopted him on my last night staying in NH. So after a week of being out of my mind with fear that he would again get out of his tank ... he is finally sent to a new home with a man perpared to entertain this bored snake.
Ohh and for anyone who tries to comfort me by saying ... 1 they only attack what they can swallow and they can not bite. Wellllll I sleep mostly under the blanket so only part of my head was showing ... so he was playing with my to figure out if he could eat me ... and they do bite ... SIL has scars from being snapped onto. Almost broke his hand.