Monsters

It’s been a weird week so far. Tuesday I came face to face with the blue screen of death. I hate that thing. Hasn’t happened to me in ages. For a while I was stuck in a loop where I couldn’t even log on to figure out what to do next. Luckily, I have another laptop. I logged on to that one so I could use my trusty friend Google to search for an answer. Several hours later, I finally fixed the problem (fingers crossed on that one).

Then last night I was watching the news and I saw this horrible story. Why in the world do I watch the news? There are so many terrible people out there. It was a child abuse story, which is even worse. A three-year old little girl abused by both of her parents to the point where she had to have emergency brain surgery. They then went on to list the various things done to this child. Why was it necessary to go into all the details? Isn’t it bad enough to know it happened in the first place? You know you are in a bad place when the local news makes you bawl like a baby. Makes you want to become a vigilante. Neither of the parents is in jail and there is a good chance they will end up fleeing the country since neither is from here. Please, please let there be a special Hell for these people.

Other local stories keep talking about school shootings, parents that have their kids enrolled in martial arts classes, and the nightly profiling of sex offenders living in the valley that haven’t registered. So many things that make me glad I don’t have a child to constantly worry over. Naturally, I ended up thinking about what kind of mother I would be. How could I not turn into a smothering, over-protective, hyper-vigilant nightmare? These stories aren’t unique to this town, so even if I didn’t live here, it isn’t as if I would be better off living in Wisconsin. I don’t know how parents do it. I would probably never sleep again.