Two Sentence Tuesday

I've not had much time for reading in the last week. It seems like every crisis that could hit our family has hit it. Middle and Teen have decided that this last week would be perfect for their own personal Jihad against each other and have me pretend to be the U.S. trying to tell them how to run their holy war. Ugh. It sucks. So...

Tami Hoag was intruduced to me by my cousin S. I don't mean literally; she decided it was time for me to branch out from Janet Evanovich in to someone more, I don't know, scary? I have read a couple of her books and bought another one recently and wanted to crack the spine and devour it but the above - mentioned Holy War on preTzelLand has decidedly stopping me from getting any further than the first paragrah. What's that? You want the title to the book? Okay, it's called Night Sins. Isn't that the most appropriate title considering the BS that has been flying in this house for the past week? I just started cackling like a loon this morning when I rolled over in bed, picked it up, and read the title realizing I'd have to procure two sentences from the first paragraph for this week's Two Sentence Tuesday.

So, here are two sentences from Night Sins:

They found the body today. Not nearly as soon as we expected.

Yeah, well, those two sentences cracked me up too. Maybe I'm feeling punchy due to the sheer amount of stress from these two TEENAGERS that I'm finding stuff relating to the turmoil in this house. I'm sure Mr. won't get it and maybe you won't either but the irony of those two sentences and the title of that book just smacked me right in the face this morning and I kept laughing until I cried and then I cried until I hiccuped and then I got out of bed, got my iced tea, grabbed my smokes, and headed to the deck to get some fresh air and to relax. Except, well, I opened the back door, stepped out on to my deck, and walked to the end before I realized that I had nothing on but a bra and underwear. My usual jammies. Then I realized that someone was walking down my sidewalk and I was standing up on my deck which sits above the fence line because we had to raise our house above some imaginary level so that the "500 year flood" didn't wash us away and this dude could see me and I could see him and then I screamed, ducked, burnt my thigh with a cigarette, then crawled back in to the house. Thankfully my back gate is kept locked because he might try to get me but I doubt it because I think I saw his eyes begin to smoke and heard screams of pain from outside. Do you see the stress I'm under?

So, two sentences that I wrote? Hmm. I've not written anything in the past week thanks to the above turmoil and pain going on in this house so I'm going to write something for the two TEENagers in this house that are fighting:

I brought you both in to this world.

I can take you both out.

See? I think that is perfect and it pertains to the above subject. What? What do you mean it's not original enough? Is too! Is too! Fine - I'll find something I wrote a long time ago...Can't do it. That virus I got earlier this week? Yeah, well I need to reinstall Microsoft Word™ that was uninstalled when I had to recoup my system to get rid of that bastard TrojanDownloader.exe. I hate people who write viruses and malware. I do hate them. Hate them!

So what now? How do I get two sentences I wrote if I can't get at my writing until I download the program? Hmm. Presents a dilemma, yes? Maybe I should write a letter to my boys. Then I could take two sentences from that. Sure, that's what I'll do:

Dear Teen and Middle:

I do not know where this animosity originated from but I do know when it began. It began the day Middle came home from the hospital and has not stopped since. My heart aches that you both can not find a love for each other and that you find a way to lash out each moment you enter each other's space.

You do not understand the pain and anguish you leash upon my soul with your words and actions. You do not understand how you make me want to run and hide and never hear the words you sling about like swords while seeking for a vulnerable spot on your opponent.

You are not opponents for you are brothers. You are each other's keeper. You should be slaying the outside opponents trying to hurt your brother instead of seeing your brother as the one to be slayed. You are each other's own worst enemy and my heart and soul bleed with pain because I do not know how to mend this crevice that is ever - widening between you.

Was my love not enough for you both? Did I somehow short - change you in the love department? Is this normal sibling rivalry that has lasted thirteen years or is it something deeper than I can grasp?

Chin up boys, life is too short to waste it on anger and hate. I'm here. I hear. I know. And yet I don't.

Hopefully the newly enforced rule of "no haters allowed" in this house will begin to help you both. Hopefully forcing you both to spend quality time with each other will help you find some common ground. I know it's there. But please don't burn my dinner when you're making it together because you're mad at me for making you do this. I love to eat. If you want to punish me it's in burning my dinner but if you do...I have two perfect sentences for you both:

I brought you in to this world. I can take you out.

Love,

Mother

Two sentences?

You are each other's own worst enemy and my heart and soul bleed with pain because I do not know how to mend this crevice that is ever - widening between you.

Was my love not enough for you both?

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