The best thing about having an online diary of sorts is that it makes it really easy to track life events and milestones.
Thaddeus got 4 staples in his head on Sunday. I have pictures and everything, and I know that 2 little friends in particular want to see his head and make sure he’s okay. For now though, you’ll just have to take my word for it, because my camera is downstairs, and I am upstairs, and by a certain point in the day, I have had it with the whole stair thing, and I dream of living in a one story ranch.
I would even forsake a garage if it meant I didn’t have to lug groceries up the stairs anymore…. one day.
I have been reading a lot lately. I go through spurts where I read fanatically for weeks at a time, and then I forget to go to the library for a month. And every time I drive by, I think I should stop, but I always have milk in the back of my car at that point, and you know, milk and extra stops don’t mix.
Are you as paranoid about spoiled milk as me? I would just very much like the FDA to put out a statement about milk and room temperature and time limits and all that, just so if I wanted to stop at the library on the way home, I could do so in peace. Not that I would drink the milk after that, because *I* would know, but it would make me feel better about giving it to my kids. THIS IS ALL HYPOTHETICAL. Pffht. Like I really drink milk, GROSS. Unless it’s chocolate. But only certain kinds. I don’t know how they manage to do it, but some people can really ruin chocolate milk.
For example, have you seen those commercials for TruMoo milk or some crap? We got that a few grocery trips ago, and it was nasty. And anything that you have to mix in tastes weird too. If you’re going to get chocolate milk, it has to be pre-mixed. That is a rule in life. Well, a rule in OUR life.
Speaking of books, Thaddeus, Blayne, and Daniel are now members of the public library. It was a pretty exciting day, and I’m just glad that my kids like to read.
Speaking of reading, I ordered the Spalding phonogram cards and they should be at my house by next week. I have decided that I don’t like the way the school is teaching my kids to read, because they’re teaching them to essentially memorize lists of words, and not to, you know, memorize the sounds the individual letters make, which in turn causes a certain short person in our house to GUESS at words, because he really has no idea what he’s doing. I mean REALLY, the kindergarten word list has SILENT E’S. SILENT ONES. They haven’t even gone through the whole alphabet, but my kid is supposed to know that have is not pronounced havEE?
So I have taken matters into my own hands.
In other news, I haven’t been sleeping well lately, which is fine. I mean, I think we’ve established that I don’t sleep much. But the other day, when I was SO so tired, and I TRIED to go to bed early… I got my pills mixed up. And it was 2:30 in the morning when I finally realized that I had taken pain pills and not sleeping pills, and you CAN’T take sleeping pills at 2:30 in the morning, because then everyone will miss the bus, which would mean I would have to take people to school and sign them in. Which means I would have to have a shower and get dressed. Which means I would have to do laundry…. actually, you know what I would do, is I would call everyone is SICK. And then we would get donuts and laugh about how dumb I am sometimes. It’s always good for kids to see that you don’t take yourself so seriously all the time.
And that’s all she wrote.
