I have a story about what happened tonight when I was driving home from the pet store.  Of course, the twins wait until they are actually feeding the dogs to tell me that we are out of dog food.  This occurs precisely after Dee has already opened the can food and poured 1/2 a can into the two bowls and the dogs are pouncing up and down at the sliding glass door… FOOD FOOD FOOD!

The argument ensues: “Mom, I told you we were out of food.”  “When?” “Yesterday.” “No, you did not.” etc. etc.  You get the picture.  I’m in my jammies, slippers… making dinner.  I don’t want to go ANYWHERE.  OK, fine!  I love my dogs and would never let them go without.  So, we pile into the car.  I’ve got cash, so I can send the twins in to pick up a bag with what cash I have left in my purse. 

We arrive at the pet store.  Try to imagine me… hair in a horrific pony, National Geographic-type saggy boobs with no bra, sweat pants that look like jammies, and white fuzzy slippers – NO WAY AM I GOING IN!  Then starts the 10,000 questions about what to buy, how much, do we have enough cash, etc.  I’m too mad to be calm enough to deal with it… so I huff, “I’ll just go in and do it myself… but, you’re going too!”  We make a mad dash through the store getting everything we needed, which did exceed my cash… so it was good that I went in.  But, there were like 4 guys in the store… 3 of them cute!  With dogs and cute!  And, I look like MATILDA THE HUN!  Ugh.  I’m walking through the entire store with my arms crossed over the UBANGI TRIBE breasts so that the bra-less-ness was less noticeable (yeah, right).   Nightmare…. just a nightmare. 

Grouchy, we head home.  It’s around 5:20 or so and it’s dusky out.  Straight ahead of me is a VERY visable, long lasting falling star.  I could see it soaring through the sky and I mentioned it to the twins just as before flame extinguished, “Look. Straight ahead, a falling star!”  Then, the barrage of questions: “where?” “i don’t see it” “which direction?”  Now, I’m even more grumpy… I should have said nothing at all and just enjoyed the moment rather than have the last moments of the falling star be interrupted with not only the questions but the ensuing fighting about who really did see it and where it was.  Yep, I’m a grouchy mama today. 

So, I start to very quickly say my wish upon the falling star (kids fighting in the background now about it).  I said my true wish.  Then, my logical mind said to my emotional mind, “NO!  We need a job… wish for a job.”  Emotional mind answers, “Love is more important than money.” For several moments my logical and emotional mind are at war to the droning sounds of the bickering in the backseat.  Like… what gets me is why am I taking this wish so seriously?  It’s not like it’s going to come true, or anything like that, right?  Why does the little girl mind inside of me believe that it is possible to come true, just because I saw what was most likely an asteroid enter into the earth’s atmosphere and burn itself out until it was too small to see?  Logically, it makes no sense at all.  Who started this business about wishing upon a falling star, anyway?  I want to talk to him and RIGHT NOW! 

But, if there were a certainty that my wish would come true… what do I wish for?  Something for me?  Something for the twins?  Monetary safety?  Health?   I have two friends with sick kids right now and I’m not facing that.  That’s a lot to be grateful for, especially in light of the fact that we have no health insurance currently.  But, what do I wish for?  When I pray, I pray to God for his will in my life and what he wants for me and the girls.  But, what do I want for me and the girls?  Who knew that one little asteroid would send my mind into orbit!

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