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A View to a Kill...

Some guy - who I thought at the time was falling INTO the street -  was actually carrying a DOG out of the middle of the road.  It had been hit by a car just a few moments before and its lifeless body just kinda hung there as he picked it up.  I was upset but drove by and went on with my morning.  I made my bi-weekly pilgrimage to Target, bought groceries and headed home.  I went inside and started to unpack the bags.

BOOM!
What was that???  Oh a bag of groceries falling to the floor - and not just any bag but the one with the soup.  It's bad enough that I spent freaking $6 on a container of soup - but to watch it EXPLODE it's creamy Broccoli-Cheesiness all over my kitchen floor - ah well I won't go there.  But - on the plus side - Bella  was right there to help with clean up!  Thanks Bella...

Fast forward about 3 hours - get Haydie off the bus and inside for a snack.  He goes into the living room to eat and watch TV...

"Mom?"

"Yes Haydie love"

"Did Bella throw up on the couch?"

Why yes - yes she did.  Broccoli Cheese barfness was ALL OVER my couch.  Thankfully I am the mother of two - so of course the couch is micro suede. It didn't really matter though...cleaning puke just sucks.

By this point I was certain I could not close out this day soon enough.  I don't know if it all started with that poor dead dog...but my day was off from that point on.  I have fought back tears, swallowed huge lumps in my throat and felt sick to my stomach for no apparent reason.

When I returned home from swim practice I found myself again fighting back tears.  I wanted to write my blog - get it done so I could check it off my list and fall into blissful oblivion for the evening.

BANG! BANG! BANG!!!

Baby girl.  She had gone to bed 30 minutes earlier but was up and apparently slamming things around for the fun of it.  I trudged up to her room and was prepared to yell her back to sleep...but she wasn't in her bed.  I panicked - where is she???

I turn quickly and there she is - sitting quietly in the rocking chair - holding her blankie and a sippy - half asleep but looking at me.  I scooped her up, sat in the rocker and cried.

Sometimes a day that just seems helplessly horrible can turn around...and as I rocked my baby, and cried softly into her hair, I realized that THIS was exactly what I needed...and she somehow knew it too.

Until tomorrow...

Positively,

Kim

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