My Single Mom Life

Good morning! I slept like crap because I slept on the couch.
Why?
Because my kids were gone and I nearly scared myself senseless watching 28 weeks later.
That damn virus is now in Paris! Ack!
I was actually fine after watching it until the cats decided it was playtime around 1am, and started chasing each other all over the house hissing and growling at one another, knocking things over.
Every time I went to check up on the noise, they'd all be laying on the floor and giving me that what look.
"What? We didn't do it, we've been laying here on the cold linoleum floor lady. You be crazy."

The wind was blowing, another palm branch fell from the front tree and hit the windows.
Yeah, I scared myself thinking RAGE had infected Sarasota.
Can you imagine all those old people walking around with their walkers gumming everyone and coughing up blood all over the place? Not to mention they'd probably lose all control of their bladders and bowels, rage coming out all open orifices.
Ack! Run away! Run away!

An advice column post and reply has been making the rounds on a few blogs, and from the places the Q&A both showed up originally, I hated the answers.
I'm debating whether to post my response to it today or tomorrow.
It would make an awesome Sunday Sermon here on my blog.
I totally disagreed with both the "professional" advice answers given.
I actually have really good experience with this subject, with my own kids, with my sisters step-daughter as well, and believe me, if a 5 year old can grasp it, that 13 year old daughter needs to stop her crying.
I'll stop there, because I do feel a wicked rant coming on about the 13 year old daughters behavior, and the advice columnists replies.

My friend Shell sent me the obit for a long time local town legend in Old Orchard Beach where we grew up.
John F. Riel Jr. passed away.
John had MD (muscular dystrophy) and I had grown up with him, went to school with him, he graduated the year after me, but we played together as kids.
He lived on Fern ave, we lived on Hill ave right behind his house.
I'd often go over there as a kid and play with him.
He was a huge fan of music as he grew up, becoming Riot Act's (local band) biggest fan.
He was welcomed at every show, everyone knew and loved him.
His nickname was the Sandman because he loved the song by Metallica, and Riot Act would play it for him at nearly every show if he was in attendance.
He always wanted a hug, a little gesture if returned to him would make his smile the hugest you had ever seen.
I remember him so very well, and he will truly be missed by all those who came to know him.
You could never pass John without saying hello and giving him a hug.
Just thinking of him now, I have the biggest smile, he was always so happy and loved music so much, he was a joy, a gift to those of us lucky to have known him.