There are some days when I can't help feeling like Fluffy.

Yes, I mean the three headed dog guarding the inner sanctums of Hogwarts. Three heads does kind of short change how many hats I wear on a daily basis but Fluffy is much cuter than the Hydra so three heads will suffice. Each of these heads, though they can work with each other do have a life of their own. Each one can be individually leashed and tethered to something or someone. When they all yank at once, it is not only restricting but painful. That has been happening a lot lately.

Fluffy and I also share the ability to become docile when listening to music. It is my mood breaker and a catharsis.

Being a guard dog to the important secrets and protecting it at all costs, yup Fluffy's got nothing on me there. He only had to guard the Sorcerer's stone...Me, I have a vault of secrets that most be guarded from a plethora of people.

We both have black hair too, well fur in his case.

So there it is, lately I have been feeling like a grumpy three headed dog.

On another note, I have come to a realization. I would take the health and happiness of my children over money any day. My friend who has been having issues with her children(so bad she just sent one off to the wilderness in one of those programs) seems to keep having money land in her lap. Now she never gets money with out some kind of tragedy befalling her but when I say money I am talking over six figures. An acquaintance said " Well at least the money must be a comfort." I am sorry but no amount of money is worth the loss of love and the pain and anguish of having three children who all require therapy on a weekly, sometimes daily basis. I am much happier scrounging for money, with happy healthy children.