Seriously.

Normally I come on here to talk about how cute and adorable my kids are. Right, can you blame me?? But this time I am just a little irritated by something and there are no cutesy pictures to attach to it, no cute little stories... I am not even sure what I am going to accomplish by saying what I am going to say. I am just totally and utterly confused and need to speak my mind. Plain and simple.

I am just confused how people can live in denial. How they can live so bitterly and unhappily...and hold on to grudges for no reason. How they can always be at odds with multiple people at one given time...like life is too calm if they are not butting heads and fighting with someone-- creating drama.  And at what point will people grow up? Will they EVER admit they were wrong, or mean, or did something incredibly hurtful and disrespectful. Will they ever just let people move on and let everyone be happy, or will they continue to drag people down into their dark lonely place, just so they feel a little better for making everything a little more unhappy. I don't understand needing or wanting to add that tension and hurt from talking bad about people behind their back. These people would rather have everyone scramble to live their lives around them, and basically expect it to happen. Why can't they see that always being so impossible and immature is hurting more than just the intended person. At what point in your life do you stop being a birthday brat? At what point in your life do you realize it's not all about you...the world isn't at your beck and call- to bow at your huge smelly feet?? They can take a kind gesture that was intended to make life easier for a very deserving person, and turn it into backstabbing, utter chaos and upheaval making it seem like the kind gesture was actually an act of deceit and done to personally sabotage them.

I could go on, but I am not going to. My point has been made, I think. Maybe not. I am just so beyond frustrated. I hope to God that someday, people will grow up. I hope they will realize the worlds spotlight is not on them, and only them. I hope they start to think of other people before they think of themselves. I hope for once, they try to make things positive and peaceful for the whole, instead of trying to get their own way. When will they realize how very immature they are being?? The problem is that they won't. They will continue to play the victim. They believe their own lies. It is miserable and I pity them for living such an awful life, and encourage them to try to be nice to others and see what happens. Just once. Maybe??

My brother is hard at work, I think.

A few days ago, I was driving home from the mall with the kids all snug in their booster and car seats. We had a great time passing a couple of hours there... just the little guys and me. But it was getting late and I wanted to get home before rush hour.

Not that I was in a hurry at all, I just didn't want to drive 20 mph when the speed limit was 40. Are you thinking I am going to tell you a road rage story?? Come on. I had my 3 little boys in the van with me. No. Just frustration. And impatience. No rage...not even a bad word (Or finger!).

When we FINALLY got to the stop light to turn onto the highway, this car in front of me who was holding up the show in the first place, got through to make the right turn just before the light changed. In my head I was telling the jurkus off...but really, I just sat there as I watched the traffic wizzing by for a few minutes... pretty frustrated. But for no reason whatsoever... I suddenly stopped being frustrated and thought to myself, "No big deal. What do I know. Maybe there is a reason. Maybe this is stopping us from getting into an accident." Why would I think that? I don't know. I don't know why I suddenly stopped feeling stressed about missing the light and found my patience again.

So, with my new happy frame of mind I made my turn and headed home. As I got to the exit ramp, I noticed it was kind of backed up... more than it should have been for the day and time. When I got to the bottom of the exit ramp and onto the normal street, I saw that there was a dump truck stalled in my lane a head.

I got into the other lane to get past and realized that the dump truck wasn't stalled. It wasn't broken down. It had just (a minute or two before hand) smashed into the rear end of a compact car! Boy did I get the chills, and the little hairs on my beck stood up on end...and I tried so hard not to get tears in my eyes. I looked in my own back seat and saw my 3 little boys, safe and sound. Andy was sitting oblivious in the 3 row seats, that if that were our van that got hit, would have been mangled.

So we drove away. Safe. In one piece. A little freaked out. A lot grateful. And sorry for the person who did get hit- but seemed to be shaken, not hurt. Not to say that this truck would HAVE hit us instead, but the timing was right. And I have to wonder...

I have always said that my brother will be the best guardian angel for my kids, and my niece. I think he just proved me right.