I'm trapped

I’m currently trapped in my apartment because there is a snake outside my front door. I would let the cat out to get the reptile, but she might run away and that would cost at least a year’s worth of our savings in therapy for the children. Hopefully my night in shining armor, a.k.a. Ryan, will come home soon and rescue me!

I’m just thinking that the title of my autobiography might be, “Seven people, one cat, and two bedrooms.” This is turning into more family togetherness then we have had for ages. Thank goodness we haven’t had cable TV. because it is allowing me the break that my previously fenced backyard provided. I can know longer send the children outside to play because I am turning into an overly protective mother who thinks that ever one who lives in my complex is on the FBI’s most wanted list (I have to stop watching 48 hours mysteries). I just keep reminding myself that this is only temporary, and why an I complaining any way? People live like this all over the world (I don’t know the snake might be original). As my older sister would say, “Jana, buck-up!” So…I think that I will. After rereading this I just might need some of the theory money for myself, I’m sure that it is long over due!