Man! What a difference a good night’s sleep makes. I’ve missed so much sleep lately, I guess it was taking a toll on my moods. Elijah slept all night last night, not waking up until six something, and, wow, do I feel different. 
Maybe this day will be better than the ones I’ve been having.
ROGERSVILLE, Tennessee – Inmates at the Hawkins County Jail saw an opportunity for escape when the jail’s doors were accidentally left unlocked so they made their big break to go on a beer run. The breakout occurred Thursday after cellblock doors weren’t locked and a faulty control panel failed to alert jailers. Two of the inmates simply walked out through a fire escape, leaving the door propped open with a Bible, and cut a hole in the exercise yard fence. They went to the market, bought some beer and went back to the jail to share it with the other prisoners. When they ran out of liquor, they left a second time to make another beer run. Apparently, the inmates were wearing street clothes they had borrowed from other prisoners, so they did not raise alarm when they went to the store. Authorities believe the inmates bought more than two cases of beer in all.
McGreevey Reaction
After yesterday’s shocking announcement, Republicans were quick to note the similarities connecting Governor McGreevey to John Kerry. Jim McGreevey has married two women just to cover the fact that he’s gay, and John Kerry has married two women just to cover the fact that he’s not a good fundraiser.
Man, I am really overwhelmed right now. I’ve got so many things to do, and so many people saying “gimme, gimme”. Most of the things I need to do, housework, sorting through the clothes the kids have outgrown, going to visit my grandparents, etc., isn’t that big of a deal in itself. It’s just that with two little ones, they demand so much. I feel like I constantly have someone wanting me to do something. So, other than the kids, my responsibilities sometimes don’t get met. My house is still a mess, even though I worked a lot on it Monday. I guess I had to take too many “get me juice”, “I want a bite”, and breastfeeding breaks.
Besides all of that, I really feel overwhelmed on an emotional level. There’s so many things that I just don’t want to deal with. It’s starting to take a toll, though, and I think I need to take a break from it all.
Last night, I had the weirdest dream. I was dreaming that I was running from these people. I ran, and I ran. I was running through restaurants, businesses, homes, and through the streets. I was always just one step ahead of whoever was chasing me. That in itself wasn’t strange. I often dream that someone is chasing me. At the end of the dream, though, I was in this house, and trying to get out of it. I heard a baby crying, and I couldn’t leave the house until I found out if it was my baby and if it was alone. I found the baby, and, just as I was scooping it up into my arms, the people came out to capture me. It was a trap. Then came the really weird part. I was seeing myself being interviewed, like you might on an E! True Hollywood Story. I was talking about being chased. The strange part….I was a very overweight black woman.
I am developing a very dreary outlook on the world in general. Almost to the point of feeling guilty for bringing children into such a wicked world. For real. I have been doing a little surfing before going to bed, and I’m quite convinced that the world is a vile place. Just tonight, I have read an article about an 11-year-old boy raping an elderly lady while his friends watched, read a post from a friend on a message board about a two year old girl who had been raped so many times that her internal organs were pushed together so much that she couldn’t have normal bodily functions and was so traumatized that she is mentally almost gone, read a debate about whether we should negotiate with terrorists to keep them from beheading fellow Americans, and the list could go on and on and on. It’s depressing.
I hate the fact that my children have to grow up in a world such as this. I hear people say that we can “make it better by one”, and all of that stuff. It’s not gonna happen, though. With each passing year, it gets worse and worse, and never gets better. What kind of world will it be when my children leave the protection of my home, and venture into the world as adults? I hate to think of it.
Wow. This is depressing. I can’t help it, though. I hate the world around me. Call me a pessimist, or call me a realist. Either one might apply tonight.
Well, I’ve got a very busy day ahead of me. I’ve got a ton of housework to do. I hate housework so much. I’m not a good housekeeper at all. My house is a mess right now. I would be totally depressed, except for the fact that I think I am a good mother. I think that’s more important. I’m working on being a better housekeeper, though. Hey, wow. That’s really boring.
My life tends to be that way, though. Boring. I rarely have anything exciting to talk about. Well, unless you consider the fact that my baby has learned to crawl exciting, which I do think it is. Oh, yeah. I was pretty excited last night when I bought almost all of Kyra’s fall wardrobe for sixty bucks. She had to have everything new, because she’s grown so much since last year. I get excited over things that seem mundane to everyone else.
I’m not unhappy with my life, though. Don’t think that. My life rocks. Okay, maybe not rocks in the way that you are thinking, but I think it’s pretty cool. I’ve got a husband that loves me, and kids I adore. I don’t have to work and leave my kids at daycare, but I get to stay home with them. We live in a nice house, we have a nice car, and my kids are beautiful. (I would have been sad had my kids been ugly.)
Anyway, I’m going to write more about my life later. I know you’re dying to know more about me. I’ll be happy to oblige. But, right now, I’ve got to start cleaning on my disaster.
Well, this is my first post. I think this blogging stuff is awesome. I get to post my thoughts, and send them out for whoever to read. It’s great. If you care what I think, read on. If you don’t care, well, don’t read on.
