I have a snake phobia. I don't just dislike them, I dislike them immensely. It's the kind of phobia that results in completely irrational thoughts and actions. Something along the lines of 'if you don't get that thing away from me I will not be in control of my actions and I may wee my pants'. Truly.
My family are so very kind and caring when it comes to this phobia like to torture me. They tell me snake stories, buy rubber snakes and hide them around the house. But their latest torture technique took the cake.
'Hey mum, when you were at work a snake was here.'
'No really, want to see the photos?'
My husband's friend and his pet snake Monty with Big Boy, my sister and my niece
Needless to say I was very grateful that I was at work that day. Had I been home it wouldn't have been a pretty sight. Now the funny thing to do around here is to suggest Monty may be coming over soon. I've already scoped out the only room in our house with a secure lock and I plan to stay there until he is well and truly gone. Lucky it's the toilet, because I may not be able to control my bodily functions.......
A few weeks ago we trotted off to my sister's wedding. It was a small wedding and with not much in the way of a budget, I volunteered to make the cake.
This was made a little problemative because:
- I am not a cake maker
- I'm not even a pretend cake maker
- I have no cake making tools
- I had two kids to look after
- I dropped the bride and groom figurine and broke the groom's head off! (Cue rushed trip to the supermarket to buy superglue.)
Despite one minor meltdown, much under-my-breath swearing and one long break, I ended up with a not-so-bad result. (I also ended up with the filthiest kitchen in Australia. It was so bad I preserved the wreckage until Mark came home to prove just how 'interesting' my day had been.
Last year Big Boy and I headed off to see Grease performed by a local theatre company. Despite literally having to drag him in to the theatre, he loved it and begged me to take him to see Charlotte's Web this year. We've decided to call these trips a mummy son date and they are strictly for the two of us.
The stage is set....
I've been sick recently, very sick in fact, and even today I've had a cry and a moan about it all. Taking it in his stride Boy Boy dressed himself up and he looked like such a handsome young man. I'm so proud of him.