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Thursday, Oct. 30, 2008 @ 10:24 am
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It's amazing how something as simple as a pumpkin spice latter (soy, hold the whip) can make a day so much brighter.

Things are still more of the same. Warren still seems to be doing his best Sybil impersionantion, minus the wall climbing and talking to invisible people (Gotta be thankful for small favors).

I'm feeling a bit better about myself today. If I can't use my mom skills to fix my son, at least I can put them to good use, helping somebody else's kid. Especially since I've been in her (mom's) shoes.

Since my brakes are still currently non functional, rendering my car a reliable, flying 2 ton trap o'death, I am still using shoes/bus tokens as a means of transportation. This means our local maul aka Wasted Acres is my drop off point. Normally I walk (I'm only 2.5 miles from work, straight shot) home, since the weather has still been decent. Yesterday I was tired and caught the bus the last quarter way or so. Something just told me to catch the bus, even though I had to run for it. (I always listen to my instincts, I've learned a long time ago, ignoring my intuition will almost always spell trouble. I had a bad feeling about our last apartment I couldn't explain. Sure enough, within two weeks it was clear our landlady was psycho. A month after we moved she was a hauled out by the cops after baricading her self in her apartment and threatening suicide. So I can call 'em pretty good. Scariest part, is that she is also a nurse).

Anyway back to the topic at hand. I was walking thru the mall. I had barely gotten in the mall, when I saw a little boy (maybe 4 or 5 tops) walking and crying about mommy. At first I thought he was with the people a few paces behind him, and just didn't get some new shiny thing he wanted. But they passed right by him and it was clear he had no nearby adults.

Like any mom, my mother instincts kicked in and I lead him into the nearest store (A bible bookstore) to get the clerk to call security.

, as soon as I got him in the store he ran off happy looking/and calling Mom, but she wasn't there. Of course he immediatly got sidetracked by conviently located kiddy baubles, but was easily lead away (scary part is how easy it would have been for some psyco to walk off with him and disapear ala Adam Walsh). As soon as the clerk went to call security, a women who had a stricking resemblence to him came in calling his name and he ran over to her, so we didn't need the security after all. I'm just grateful I was called to be in the right place at the right time.

Things supposedly happen for a reason. Maybe my breaks brokedown for this reason. I'd like to think, there was something more than bad luck going on.

I'm just happy that all ended happily ever after. I never talked to his mother, but I can imagine how she feels having been both a lost child when I was little, and a freaked out mom of a missing 5 year old (who was quickly and safely recovered with in a few minutes that felt more like endless hours).

Let's hope I've earned some major karma points. (that is the 2nd time, that something like that has happened to me. The first time was at Barnes and Noble about 4 or 5 years ago,and that kid was still in training pants, and unable to give his name or info.

Motherhood is scary sometimes. I guess I'm just meant to be a mom.

Now if only my own offspring would awknowldege that.

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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.