Friday, September 17, 2010

Life through my eyes

******Warning the following post has graphic pictures of true life******

Sure when you are younger you see people with their kids and think how fun it would be to have kids and it doesn't look that hard. Oh boy were you wrong! Having kids is the best thing don't get me wrong but man it is hard work and many sacrifices are to be made. There are some days where you think "man this is going to be a breeze today" and days where you just want to sit and cry you are struggling. The little kids are so wonderful and you just want them to not have to worry about a thing or go through anything that would hurt them which makes it hard. The hardest thing is disaplining them when they are doing something they shouldn't. You hate to see them sad and it even breaks your heart even more when they say "I'm not happy no more Mom, I'm sad," because you got mad at them.

Lately I have been really thinking and looking at things in a whole new way. A lot of things have been going on in our little Hunt family. Sheldon, as you know is going to school, and passed one of his classes. We are so proud of him! Abbie was sick with a horrible kidney infection. Now she has to go have some tests done to see how her kidneys are functioning, which I am not too excited about. I had these tests when I was little and hated them so you can only imagine how I feel about making my little girl have them done. Nixxon is now sick with a high fever but the doctor doesn't know what is wrong yet, could be either a viral infection or bacterial infection not sure where either. We just have to watch him and if he gets worse take him back in. I started working full time so Sheldon could go to school. I have been leaving for work at around 6 or 630 am to get to work and leaving for home at 6pm. I had no clue how hard it would be from working 24hrs a week to working 40+ weekly. The hardest part is I don't get to see my kids that much at all and it is absolutly heart breaking. Sure there are the weekends but something always comes up where someone wants to do something else or take the kids somewhere. I am grateful for my job and know if it wasn't for it we won't be able to make it. I guess I am just jealous of the people that get to see and spent time with my kids more than I do. It is my fault and I realize it but I just want my kids to be happy along with everyone and not make a big problem.

Which makes things that much more frustrating is.... I received an email about something that really hurt and made me think even more. This email was on CHILD ABUSE and what made it worse was the pictures. I was hurt to know some one could go over board and really hurt their child. I understand the typical excuse was i just lost it cause of this or that. Another excuse is they just wouldn't be quiet. I understand cause I have been there but you have to realize you are a lot bigger and stronger. They always say I didn't mean too but by then it is already too late. I know some cases aren't as drastic but I don't want to ever wait until they do to stop this from happening to a child. please keep an eye out and help. No child should ever suffer physical or verbal abuse! Here read it for yourself and don't tell me you don't feel for those kids and think twice how you disapline your children.

My name is Chris ,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen..
I cannot see.


I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made ,
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy,
Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.

When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.

When my Mom does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.


I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar



I hear him curse,
My name is called ,
I press myself,
Against the wall.

I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.

He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.


'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!


And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris ,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Labor Day

We went to the Uintas with Sheldon's side of the family. It was so cold up there at night, luckily my mother let us barrow her tent trailor. Sheldon and the kids were able to go up earlier on Thursday and I went up Friday night when I got off of work with his mother. It was sure nice to be able to spend time with the family!!