Sometimes I have horrible thoughts.

I'm sure it's just a normal part of being a mother. Sometimes I can't stop myself from thinking about if the worst were to happen. If something were to happen to my children..... God better take me too, because I wouldn't want to survive. I know I would collapse and I'm not sure I could get up.
I *think* this is normal. Maybe not so much. I worry about house fires.... mostly along those lines.... where I would have a chance to save them, but couldn't.
I need my Little Miss Olivia and my Sofia Stinkerina. I really, really do. So, please, keep them safe.