Today I was informed that one of my personal terrors has happened. Not for me, but for a local family. I switched Birdie to the morning class in her preschool because a spot opened up and because there were a few problems with a couple of rougher kids. Today when I went in to pick up my Bird the teacher, who is also a friend of mine asked if I was OK with her signing a card for the family of one of her afternoon classmates. I remember him. Quiet kid... cute little boy. Apparently my daughters name was the only word that he would ever voluntarily say in class.
He died in his sleep this past weekend. There HAD been a few health problems, but the family had thought they had discovered the problem and had fixed it. The thought of this boys mother makes me want to curl up and cry.
On that happy note... it turns out that another, but far less horrifying of a fear has also come to pass. I have made myself google-able for some less than friendly folks. While checking my Statcounter I see that my blog pops up as numero uno if you google "anti-mormon blogger template," because apparently someone did. On the lighter side I show up as option number three if you google "putrid baby gas," and number four for "computer generated lala tones." It's the "freak mama." and "mama licking" searches that make me laugh.
Well... I gotta go have a good cry and a life, maybe get a clue while I'm at it. Happy to you.