A snake in a bedroom, a bully of a momma and one very sick kid

I think that pretty much sums it up.

 We pretty much started off the week on the wrong foot by finding a snake in my son's room.

 You read that right.

An honest to goodness, slithering, snake.

Alive.

 I was on the mad dash to pick the crap up off of his floor and 

the snake was buried in a pile of dirty, stinky t-shirts from football practice. 

I dropped the shirts and the snake and called Vance.

This is where i tell you that i did NOT scream.

Oh no.

Because i have been through this before with this child.

He has some odd fascination with these things and this is now 

the second one i have found in his room.

He says he didn't bring this one in like he did the other one.

I wonder.

I think he likes giving his momma a heart attack.

Right now, all the men in my family swear it must have crawled into one of the shoes we left on the stoop and we carried it in unknowingly.

I went to bed wondering where the snake brothers and sisters were.

Same child had a bout with allergies a few days later.

Or so i thought.

So....being the most.awesome.mom.ever.....

i tell him to buck up.

Stop whining.

Good grief, you act like you're on the only one on the planet who ever had allergies.

When i see you at football practice I don't want to see any wimpering.

You made a commitment, you're GOING to practice.

And....

of course. He spikes a fever of 102 and it turns out he really was sick.

MOM OF THE YEAR I TELL YA.

You know what's ironic is I was just telling someone that His grace

steps in to cover us 

when we need it.

Yea, kind of needing it today

because this Worst Mother Ever shirt is feeling a little snug.