My daughter is sick. Not just a little sniffle -- but high fever and can't-move-because-her-body-feels-like-it's-been-hit-by-a-truck sick. She missed all of the Christmas Eve festivities today. :(
Then there was this other thing involving this other person that really irritated me and I would say more except that I can't, so I won't. However -- it really makes me want to scream sometimes. I find myself getting so spitting mad, that I have to stop and remind myself to breathe and that I can't change other people.
This is the second time in the past 4 days I have come home at night to police cars encircled around one of the neighbors' houses. Tonight, they were walking up and down the sidewalks with flashlights. It's 1:48am, I've been home for over an hour and they are still out there. I know that the police are here to serve & protect, so their presence should make me feel safe and all. But -- yeah, I'm still up, right? There is some whistling {in some sort of pattern} going on now. Weird.
I hope the kids enjoy their Christmas tomorrow and I hope I get to sleep in. That would be a Christmas miracle for sure.
I'm thankful I got to spend Christmas Eve at the Man's house and with our kids (minus my sick daughter) and I'm grateful they understand the meaning of Christmas is more than gifts.
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So what became of the the police presence?
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