We are going to be late.

Merry Christmas from the Mayer's

I haven't blogged this week. Nothing too unusual. I am not the most consistent blogger lately. However, this past week there has been a lot on my mind. I just don't know how to say it. All of us know what happened last Friday. There are no words that I can say. I don't know what to say. I can only offer my prayers. A week later I am still filled with a profound sadness. I still cry when I watch the news coverage or see an online post about one of the victims. I can only imagine what those families, all of those families , are going through. I cannot imagine the pain they are in. As a parent I cannot fathom a day without those wacky kids here with me. I have hugged my babies extra tight this week and been sure to tell them how much I love them, as I am sure everyone around the world has done this week. I have limited what Diva has seen or heard about the tragedy. She saw the news coverage on Monday morning. She had a few questions and I answered them honestly. After our

Ahhh...the beautiful sounds of children. And he really toned it down for this. He cranked it up to deafening levels when I wasn't filming. His sticker is stuck on the table and he can't pull it off. It's a window cling sticker. You would think he was having his limbs torn off at the moment. I'm just letting this happen.

I grew up in Small Town USA. I spent the majority of my life planning how I was going to get out of Small Town USA. I couldn't wait to leave. I had a wonderful childhood. I have wonderful memories of growing up. I just wanted to see the world. And Target. Target is a nice draw. As I age and my children get older I realize the charm of aforementioned small town. Mr. Mayer grew up in a slightly larger small town (compared to where I came from it was a big city). We both agree there is some benefit and charm to a small town. I have no intention of moving back, but visiting is nice! It makes me sad when I think that my kids will miss out on some of the things that I took for granted all those years ago. I don't get back to visit very often. The older the kids get the less we get to make it back. We were able to go back this weekend. It was so fun. I always get a little nostalgic when I get to town. My brother (bet you didn't know I had an older brother) was able to come to town