Random Musings

Yesterday something happened to me on our way home from school that made me realize that I no longer had babies, but I now had full-blown kids. As I was walking home, while attempting to carry a bookbag with one hand, navigate the bike that Ryan decided he didn't want to ride, and watch Sam trying to do some type of x-games move over a drainage ditch, I stepped into a hole on the side of the walking path and fell. Yes, that's right, I flat out fell. Both of my children acted as if they did not know me and walked right by. Oh, the love was overwhelming. The lesson learned is that children should carry their own damn stuff!!

I read an article today about the average person's love for cereal, and how it has become this affordable comfort food in these tough times. All of my boys love cereal. Sometimes it is all Ryan will eat in a day, and there are many nights when Scott gets home late and eats it for dinner. I hate cereal, and I began to wonder how I could dislike something that so many people love. My sister, Staci, does not like cereal either, yet my younger sister and brother do, so I came up with this hypothesis...POWDERED MILK. Yes, that's right, I was fed powdered milk as a child, and my conclusion is that this had some sort of traumatizing affect on my sister and I. Apparently times got better, because the younger siblings got real milk. Scott says he doesn't even know what powdered milk is (so a big thumbs up to you Margie!). I don't even know if they make powdered milk anymore, but until I read about a big surge in the demand for it, I refuse to believe that times are that bad!

Today Ryan learned one of the big secrets of childhood. He finally realized that if you are sick, you get to stay home from school. He has had a fever on and off since Friday, but had adamantly refused to admit that he was sick. This morning he woke up with a slight fever and said that his throat hurt. I told him he could go back to sleep, and I could literally see a light bulb go off over his head when he realized that admitting to being sick gets you a day off from school. I may have created a monster. Of course, 20 minutes after taking Motrin he was fine, thus proving my theory that if you pump them full of medicine they are good for a 6 hour school day. Sorry, Darnell, as a teacher I know you take offense to that (but admit it, you know you've done it!).