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I made a wish this morning for balance for my kiddos. Pissed off about this morning, it was Monday I climbed back into wheel. Monday’s I alway feel like a hamster. Greeted by the most ungodly looking hairball I have ever seen. Syd nor Lola, neither one had enough class to be embarrassed, I thought I raised them better! For a second I thought one had lost a vital organ ~ ugly! Baby slept in as a result of L.H.’s Day.  My co~pilot was late, he’s always slow out of the shoot on Monday’s as his liver doubles in weight and Barley & Hops are notorious for sleeping in.  I was also stunned by the first news I saw this morning.  The Church Killing.

No, I am not religious.  And I don’t make it a practice to talk about religion or politics… but even a person of no faith can appropriately make comment on a tragic incident.  My heart went out to the people who were part of this.  Quite frankly I feel it made an impact on everyone’s lives, people were murdered.  They were murdered by a man who turned his love for a beer can into a career, our government supported this habit and allowed him the luxury of not jumping into the wheel, or forcing him to walk the path for survival.  When the system that supported him saw he was either unwilling or incapable of conforming they turned their back to him.  They had time to regulate his net worth and calculate the amount of cash and food stamps he was given each month.  The system also had time to evaluate and determine his benefits needed reduced, but they were much to busy to get this man help the desperately needed.    Unable to put the beer can down long enough to support himself, support others and become a productive citizen this man took offense to a church reaching out to parts of the community he felt it shouldn’t.  How he justified it was ok for him to survive with the help of others, but that courtesy could not be extended to people he didn’t personally approve of I guess was the booze. The outcome though is people were murdered, and the survivors are scarred for life because he drank beer after beer that the system purchased for him and planned a mass murder.  Off to Sunday Service he went to complete his mission.  Sick & heartbreaking.

This morning was especially difficult.  Tragedy like that sits with me.  Loss of life is not something I easily process and toss aside as I continue with my day.  I lost our 3rd child at birth and while I believe everyone is touched by a loss whether they realize it or not, those who have lost a child are touched on a deeper level.

We did finally get on the road, made it to the office and went through the motions.  I realized when it was time to pack up and head home I had no idea what we were having for dinner.  I also knew I had some redding up to do in the kitchen as my disposal quit working last night.  After a momentary lapse of guilt, I realized I’m not SuperWoman ~ I was ok with Pizza or Chinese ~ on paper plates to boot.  Call me mother of the year.

Pulled in the drive and felt the thumping… the stereo was on.  I also was pretty damn sure it was past the 1/4 mark as I could feel the vibration from the vehicle and that’s a No~No.  Grabbed my laptop case, small child, small child’s shoes, a couple folders that contained some work for the evening and made way to the house.  We had to stop and look for a worm.  We found this little guy last night on our return from the party.  His name was Simon the Wormon.  My boys always called a worm/nightcrawler a wormin.  So the baby has continued with this, but she likes to name her animal friends.  This joker was named Simon.  And Simon was MIA.  Time had to be taken to explain Simon was having dinner and maybe even dancing and I needed to get in that house and get that music turned down so we could have ours. The neighbors I am sure had had enough.  Opened the door, set and ready to go off… I instantly saw bodies and noticed the Wii was downstairs on the big  tv… another No~No.  The boys instantly turned everything down and my hearing came back almost instantly.  They got up, freed my arms, one went out behind me and went to get the baby.  She convinced him to help her look for Simon, just one more time.  I looked around and saw a freshly vacuumed downstairs (they even kept the lines nice,  just how I like them) tables polished up, toy room organized properly with everything matched up and my kitchen was clean, with apologies for not being able to fix the disposal ~ I almost  cried.  “Sorry about  the music Mom, we were watching the clock but you’re a little bit early.  We’ve ordered pizza, wanna play the Wii?

Yep, I wanted to play Wii & the stereo found it’s way back on.  We all played, even the baby, but she mostly danced and colored.  Tonight we had some balance.  It was very cool.

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