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This cute 4 bedroom, 2 1/2 bath homes features an open kitchen and living room with lots of natural light. This home just needs a few cosmetic features to make it your own. The living room has a wood burning fireplace with built in bookshelves leading into the kitchen with updated appliances. Primary bedroom is downstairs with a full bath. Other 3 bedrooms and full bath are upstairs. There is a half bath in the laundry room. Large backyard with beautiful trees. Storm shelter in garage is only a few years old. Roof is a year old. Close to Highland East and Moore High School.

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Officer Mobley with the Purcell Police department is 1 of the sweetest police officers. He showed up with such concern for my Mothers well being. Asking her if she was okay and offering his humble services. He wanted her to rest out of the heat and in the cool car. Even charged her phone. He directed traffic also, to help me get back on the highway. I live the opposite direction so he gave my mother a ride home as well. He helped her get car towed back to her place too . Mr. Mobley went abov le and beyond for my Mom. In such great heat came such a Great Officer. Purcell Police should be proud. The dispatcher lady over the phone needs some credit too... very sweet. Thank you.

Jeb Swan is a repeat offender , children under 10. Has VPO from his mother, his adopted mother, ex wife, his wife and his mistress. Violent charges on multiple women. Multiple drug counts. In and out of prison. His jackect or rap sheet is over 40 cases long. He has a current girlfriend who supports him and is believed to be a man, her/his name is Colette Elizabeth Thomas, goes by Colette Barnes. She currently lives in his deceased grandparents home and fraudulently pretending to be the deceased grandmother to pay for the home in okc. 3333 Brush Creek Rd. OKC, Oklahoma 73120 . This is a warning for single mothers with young daughters. Protect your children and yourself. Another case to be opened in November and VPO violations. He is in and out of Prison. The Law, our system is Not protecting our children or our women.

“Sorry, I’m just tapped out.”

I said this to one of my kids’ teachers this morning as she requested a private zoom with my child and I.

At the same time as this, I had two other kids hopping on their google meets, I had to pull my oldest from her work to hold the baby, the kids’ Dad had a call just starting, and as I struggled with my laptop to even find which Godforsaken link I needed to even click, I was ready to crumble.

The laptop wouldn’t connect to the internet. The baby was fussing. My oldest was frustrated I had to pull her from what she was in the middle of. I had noise coming from each room with all the kids trying to, you know, “school”, and it took every fiber of my being not to throw the laptop off the table.

I’m one person trying to juggle the schedule for 5 kids and everyday I fluctuate between moments of having it together and seriously, well ... losing it.

This isn’t normal.

Any of it.

Trying to function in the “unfunctionable.”

That’s the best way to explain all of this: trying to function in the unfunctionable.

As the teacher immediately noticed my temperament and disposition, she was kind and started by sympathizing to all I’m attempting to run here. When she asked about a couple lower scores on my daughter’s reading comprehension quizzes, whom by the way throughout the score year has had all high marks, I immediately let go.

“This is not an environment conducive for learning. It’s just not. My children have a loving and safe home, but no, it’s not a school. To be honest, most days it’s a s**t show. There isn’t much peace and quiet through the day, and when one is trying to focus on some level of the house or in a certain room, you can hear another zoom call or herd of cattle coming through in another. So no, she’s not getting to concentrate nor having things able to completely sink in.”

And you know what? It felt so good to say that.

I wanted to scream it.
I wanted to cry while sharing that.
I wanted to pound my fists on the table after I got it all out.

But I found some last ounce of strength to hold some amount of composure conveying my exhausting frustration.

This all will be over soon. Right?

Or at least I keep telling myself.

This just isn’t normal.

Any of it.

We’re not supposed to be able to turn to our manuals of “living through a global pandemic and total, utter chaos” and just snap our fingers and handle this all with grace.

It’s impossible.

So for those who are looking for their white flags to raise and shake ferociously high in the air, you’re not alone.

It’s okay to not love this time and feel okay or good about it in every hour of every day.

I can’t think about tomorrow or the next day or how I’m going to get through next week. I’m literally taking it one day at a time and focusing on surviving the next hour.

That’s IT.

This is no longer survival of the fittest.

It’s survival of those willing to adapt to the most abnormal time of our lives.

If you’re reading this and asking yourself how you can do it, well ... good news is, you already are.

It may not always be pretty, but you’re doing it.

It’s suffice to say that my little breakdown to one of my kids’ teachers this morning was so well received and so appreciated on her end.

Here’s to getting one more hour in the books, my Friends.

There’s crumbs on my counter.
The dishes need done.
The laundry needs switched.
The dog needs to go out.
The baby needs fed.
A kid needs help on their work.
There’s massive bags under my eyes as I haven’t slept in 12 years.
I wore this outfit yesterday and to bed and today which is now tomorrow.

Here we go.

We’re freaking rockstars ... every single one of us.