Thankful Thursday

 I am so angry that I have a good healthy spit fire going on!

Enough to make my blood boil.

 

In the midst of this you will come to understand why.

Forgivness had and taken its shape for my husband as you might recall against my agreement exposed our Dove to this horrid movie. That was some time ago and I had enough not even half way threw and set my foot down so hard as to make a very strong impact. Explaining the concept of ramifications for ignerant choices. Well those ramifications are come home full now.

It came to my attention today that the reason a child wanted to exchange emails with my girl was to discuss the game they are all playing at school. You see several children have become convinced that they are either vampires or werewolves.

Can you see me spittin' fire!!!!!

Now I had to focus on the fact that my husband received my forgiveness and yes to forgive is a constant act of my will.

I kissed him and told him so in his sleepy ear last words spoken.

Now My kid sleeps on our floor on a palate.

Well let me reiterate she sleeps me I do not get too.

She also is snoring to rattle the roof.

This a problem that the culprit (daddy man) can get around with ear plugs.

Me, ill yet, forced to sit out here because her bed is in a room with fresh paint (latex paint that is).

I did not last but a few minutes in before a head ache set in.

Can you feel the blood boil?

Daddy man finds a solace that at least she was exposed here and we know what she saw....a watched pot never boils...they say.

breath

So as I retired this evening while he was yet in the shower I delighted in the realization that it is this that keeps my special needs girl asleep in my bedroom, night after what must be for her agony.

It has also flashed in my mind that she believes theat she sleep walks.

She never has to my awareness but when letting a child sleep over she convinced or was convened by a kid that she did.

So EUREKA!

Dove thinks she is a sleep walking vampire!!!!!!!!!

spit sizzle spit!

Somebody get a hot pad cuz this pot is about to spill over.

Good thing too.

So this kettle is slowing boiling over and then I arise to find myself in the middle of my living room taking back ground my once gulible husband gave away.

Telling that enemy of all that is righteous and good just what he can do with it and where he can take it. That got me going on Dash's behalf and Steve's too and me and my critters.

My lands and the neighborhood.

Thankfully I can raise a good spit fire when the occasion arises to boil over on this cause.

I know the chef and he can kindle a good blaze under me tell you about "the what for".

Chest a pounding.

Getting tenderized.

Some of the best stews gotta boil some time to get things tender.