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I love my kids.

A lot. 

A WHOLE lot. 

I get upset when I have to put them in the corner because a little part of me thinks that I could have handled the situation different so they won't be upset. 

I worry when they ride their bikes too fast because they might fall and get hurt.

I am careful about closing the basement doors so Austin won't go for a tumble.

I think I have spanked them twice.  And that's not each, that's between the three.

They make me mad. 

They make me want to tear my hair out.

There are nights that I want to go out and party and get drunk and be like I was in college.

There are mornings that I don't want to get up and put on Fresh Beat Band or Chuggintown and make frozen waffles and sippy cups with half juice half water.

There are days when I have more laundry dirty then clean and I know at 11PM if I don't go switch the loads that no one will have clean underwear and we will all stink.

But no matter what, NO MATTER WHAT, they are mine and they are the BEST THINGS THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

So, I don't live in Florida, I don't have pull in government or the judicial systems.  I don't have any say in the severe injustice that I feel was served this week.

But......

I can love my children.

I can love and hug and kiss ten more times then I can correct them.

I can keep them as safe as possible.

I can be there with Bactine and Hello, Kitty! band aids when they have scrapes, even the imaginary ones.

I can tuck them in at night and give them one last kiss and whisper to them one more time that I love them.

I can be the best Mom I can be..and then do better the next day.

The End.