Yesterday I was so…fed up with the kid’s fighting that I was seriously thinking about running away to the Outer Banks. I would have to say that yesterday was probably one of the worst days ever for their behavior. It didn’t matter what type of punishment I handed out, it just didn’t seem to do any good. Well I’m happy to report that today is a much better day and they haven’t hardly fought at all. So I don’t think I’ll be running away just yet. When I told my husband of their better behaviour today, he said that now that I mentioned it, they might start acting up again. So by saying it out loud and now posting about it, I seriously hope I haven’t jinxed myself. Only time will tell I guess.

The first of the week I was informed that one of our radio personalities had passed away. Now I hadn’t seen him in a very long time so I wasn’t even aware that he was sick. But I was told that he had lost a tremendous amount of weight so I just assumed that he passed away from cancer. Well last night I found out differently. He actually died of liver failure and it could have been prevented.

In January his doctor told him that if he didn’t cut back on his drinking he would be dead within six months. Well he didn’t quit drinking or even slow down and seven months later he died. This has got me doing some serious thinking. Why in the world would a man of only 53 choose drinking over life?? If he had of stopped, he wouldn’t have been in perfect shape, but he would probably still be alive.

I realize that alcoholism is a terrible disease, but it just sickens me to think that he chose the alcohol over life.