Just Another Day

Miss Ky goes to play group one day a week. I only take her because it's expected. Children start very early here and my friends were grilling me about when she would be starting... she's only 2.

So far, I take her in and she hardly looks my direction as I leave because she's so busy playing.

Today wasn't like that. Tears shot from her eyes like little daggers.

The thing is, she doesn't need to be there. It's not like I can get a lot accomplished in the two hours she's gone, so I'd be just as happy to bring her back home.

Yesterday, oldest son rang my mobile phone (he's in the states, remember?)

Him:"Where are you?"
Me (desperately trying to hear over the shouting crowd):"I'm at your brother's football game, what's up?"
Him:"A group of guys wearing masks just broke into my apartment, they kicked the door in."

Me (as I start jogging towards the shrubs so that I can hear better): WHA...?!"

I had him call 911 and 45 minutes later when no police had arrived, we called the New Mexico police department ourselves. from England.
Have you ever heard a mild mannered man make an international call to a police department when he's worried about his son? Don't mess with the Sexy Guy's kids.

J1 had been in the apartment, asleep in the living room. 6 guys with masks and hoodies smashed through his door and ran from room to room. Something told him to pretend he was asleep, so thank the Lord he listened to it. As he stirred a little and surprised them, they ran out of the house into a waiting car (that then proceeded to smash into a parked car as they left).

His apartment managers? They're gone on the weekends. There's no emergency number for maintenance. Basically if your apartment burns down on Saturday, they'll discover it on Monday morning. Great way to run a business, don't you think?

So he is in NM, alone with no front door.
For those of you thinking the great stress of motherhood goes away when the kids leave the terrible twos...think again.

I got a phone call. It was one of those automated calls, but before I could hang up, it told me that my name had been entered by one of several businesses I recognized and I was "the winner of a blahblah-several nights blah blah trip".

I have entered a few things recently-- most importantly a paid trip to NYC to see the premier of Twilight (but they started the drawing before the Twilight date was pushed back, so the trip isn't until December), and for free tickets for myself and 10 friends to the UK premiere of the movie.
So, thinking maybe it was one of those contests, I listened. It gave me a confirmation number and asked me to "press 5" for more information. You know those emails you get warning you about scams and how you shouldn't dial any number because then your phone gets linked to Timbuktu and you'll be charged? I hung up.

If I really won a prize, they'll call back, right?

I got another phone call.

On the other end was my friend in New Mexico I have been missing so terribly.

Her: "Guess where I am!"
Me: "LONDON?!!" (grabbing my purse and shutting off the tv)
Her: "No, I'm at (name of annual scrapbooking weekend we used to attend together)"
Me: "Oh".
salt in the wound. ouch.

I'm going back to bed. Wake me when it's tomorrow.