I know I was gona go into my musical background with you, but that's gona have to wait. Tonight went a little bit off kilter for a short time. Gracie May had gone to sleep earlier than she's been...which only meant it was too easy and she'd be up again soon enough. She fell asleep in her rocker thing (technical term) in front of me while watchin tv. She flopped forward as if someone shot her with a tranquilizer dart. It was hilarious! Since she had taken her baby Tylenol, we'd hoped that was it. Like I said before...nope.
So Theresa went in, changed Gracie May's diaper, brought her back in, and got her back to sleep. Now, we have younger neighbors across the hall from us, and above us on the third floor. Most nights we hear them run quickly up or down the stairs loudly. When the baby's asleep, I always look at Theresa and say: "I'm gona kill 'em." I love watchin Theresa smile and laugh at it. Tonight, I really did reach a point of anger (of course not to the level of killing!).
We heard some noise once. Ok, no big deal. Then, minutes later it was much louder and wasn't stoppin. I got up, went into the hall, went up our stairs, and yelled: "Yo!" as at least three guys ran out the door in front of me wearing latex gloves. I had no idea what to make of it. I yelled up to see what was goin on, and the one guy said these guys came in and hit him. So all I thought was there was some crazy fight. Wrong.
As details were shared, I found out the guys were also wearin masks and had bags. They broke in, put a gun to one guy's head, stole some things (including their house keys), and ran out. Which brings us to where I saw them. I honestly didn't see their faces. And I'm sure thankful they didn't stop when I was right there yellin at them! I had NO idea what was goin on, and that they had at least one gun. God is good! It could have been so much worse. Besides bein a bit shaken up (and the one guy a little scratched up), they were ok...and so was I...and my family.
That book I mentioned in my second post ("An Exorcist Tells His Story") says we should really talk to our Guardian Angels. At least I feel like it did. Either way, we should. They are always on duty, fighting against evil spirits to protect us. And every once in a while...if God wills it...protect us physically as well. I've been spared many times in my life where I could have or should have been dead. What a gift they are to us! Anyway, myself included...get to know your Guardian Angel!
Oh...and the sleeping baby? Just as Mommy and Daddy were settled in to finally watch "Grimm?" You guessed it. She woke up, and just a few minutes ago finally went to sleep again. My blog time is Pacific for some reason, and I can't figure out how to fix it. It's now 1:45 AM, and I'm about to attempt to take her back to her crib. As the song says: "Say a little prayer for meeeee!"
Well, yeah...it's really "Say a little prayer for you," but you get the idea hahaha.
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