Helpless

Ever have that feeling? I do today. A friend of mines son was found dead just a mile from his house today. His mom laid down to take a nap with her son, woke up and he was gone. How many times have I laid down with the kids? Countless. To think that could be me is scary. I don't know how to react to it. It makes me sick to feel like that. That something as simple as a nap could end with your child face down in the mud. I live so close to the interstate. I don't really understand it.

We have so many things we worry about and to add another to the mix? I worry about their baths, clean clothes, if they are eatting enough. Now worry about taking a nap with them? I'm worried about it, sleepless.

What to do?