More of the Same.....

Well, last night I made my rounds around the house and checked the windows & doors, turned out the lights, shut of the TV, grabbed my phone, purse, keys, camera, chap stick and put it all on my nightstand. I shut my bedroom door and locked it (the girls were already all snug in my bed). And I went to my bathroom to brush my teeth and pee.

And then it happened....
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!!!!!!

There were eleven of them this time. I got my phone and called 911....again. They asked what my emergency was and I said, "More gunfire." and then she asked if I was in danger. My response is, " I have no idea! How am I suppose to know, I am at home alone with my two young daughters, I am scared, the shots sound like they are in back yard, my husband is in New Jersey, and this is the 2nd time this weekend that I have had to call 911 for the same thing. So, I am sorry, but I don't know if I am in danger." Her response, "Okay ma'am, I'll report it."

I am telling you, if I had somewhere to go over the weekend that I could trust to be safe & if I weren't so scared to of walked out to my car at night (now), I certainly would've have been there instead of here. I think I aged 10 years from being a worry wart as soon as the sun went down.

I finally fell asleep pretty late last night.

BUT I am feeling so much better today....but I still haven't lost focus of wanting to get out of our newly sucking (in the gunfire kind of way) neighborhood.

JOHN IS HOME! And the poor thing came off the plane looking so tired and sick. He's been trying to kick a sinus chest thing since the end of the year and can't get over it. I called the doctor and asked the nurse to call in some meds for him.

The girls had fun at the airport. Touching everything and running all over the place and eating snacks out of the vending machine.

I am so glad John is home. He was missed a bunches by me and the girls.

Girls eating vanilla cookies from the vending machines. That was a treat for them. Piper kept saying, "more, more, more." She thought it was pretty cool how things fell from the vending machine isle thingy.


See....touching everything!

YAY!!!! The moment we've been waiting for all weekend!!!

Tonight, John and I spent about an hour on the computer looking at houses.
The search is on!
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Oh, I nearly forgot a cute story about Presley over the weekend.
Well, she has still been on her schedule so she goes to bed early and has been waking up about 630 everyday this weekend. And I have been too nervous to go to bed on time, so I stay awake until I can no longer hold my eyes open. Well, yesterday...Sunday morning, she was already playing dress up by 730 AM. And she brought me this Bell tattoo to put on her. I told her no and to wait until at least 8 and let me sleep for 30 more minutes.

When she got up at 630, so did Piper, so I moved to Presley's room to continue my sleep.

Anyways, I fell back asleep...it was a weird sleep. Like I was asleep, but since I knew I needed to supervise the girls, I wasn't in a deep sleep...make since? And don't worry about the girls not eating......Presley knows when to go into auto pilot and I tell her the night before that if she gets up before me then she is allowed to have a yogurt until I cook breakfast.

I wake up with Presley standing in the doorway almost in tears begging for my forgiveness. I was so tired, I couldn't even speak, so I just stared at her. Which made her beg harder for my forgiveness. I had an idea what she had done. So I asked her what was wrong with her arm and she wouldn't show it to me. She came closer and told me to forgive her first. And I asked what I was forgiving. She so did not want me to see that arm. Anyways, she finally held it out but didn't show the part that she thought needed to be forgiven. I told her to turn her arm over.

She had put the tattoo on herself. It was upside down and diagonal...kinda not all there...poor Bell was missing an eye and some hair.

Presley then started to beg me to take it off. I told her no. She made a big girl decision to get a tattoo without input from an adult (and w/o seeking professional help a.k.a MOMMY) so she needed to live with it for the day.

When that was all going on, I was picturing her as a teen that just came home from being with all her friends taking turns to get a ridiculous tattoo.

I told John that if that ever really happened, I'd make her get a job to pay for the removal of that tattoo.