I don't want to be lonely, I just want to be alone
I got mugged yesterday; I guess that's what you'd call it when someone breaks into your house to try and kill you without trying to take anything. Well, seeing as I'm still alive, he didn't succeed and it means I fought like hell. He's in jail, I have new locks and I'm having a security system put in as I write this. I won't go into it, but lets just say I'm hurting like hell and am totally grateful for the pain medication that I have right now. I feel and look my worst, believe me. I have 3 broken ribs on the right side, which I found out when I broke down and went to the hospital last night after dropping the girls off at Mom's down the hall. The doctor told me to stay off my feet for a week or so, but you know thats near to impossible for me, with two daughters around.
They are sitting on the couch right now watching cartoons. They were both wanting to start their tantrums this morning -- Dru over Harry Potter and Kaisa because she's at the age -- and I told them both that Daddy wasn't in the mood for any tantrums; that if I heard a word out of either one they'd regret it. That was about an hour and a half ago, and I haven't heard a word out of them since. I guess I'm intimidating or something. LOL.
I'm not doing much either, just sitting and writing this with the girls in my sight. I have to make my flight arrangements out to LA for this whole Zac/Dee thing. I'll probably leave Saturday. I don't know whats going on there, but I guess I'll go. So with that said, I have to go make some lunch.