Super Tuesday

Does it mess you up to start the week on Tuesday?
I'm not complaining
--I'm all for making every single Monday a holiday.
But I keep thinking today is Monday.
I keep thinking that tomorrow is the day
I will do all the Tuesday things that are on my agenda
--but that's today.
Today.
Don't forget, Bell,
or you are going to be messed up for sure.

I don't know if you guys noticed or not,
but fall is creeping in slowly.
You can feel an occasional cool breeze.
You see that golden tint to the afternoon sunshine.
We saw the leave on a tree just starting to
change color this weekend.
So I went down to the (much altered) basement
this morning and found my fall wreath
and put it on the front door.
I'm sure I've never mentioned this before....
but fall is my favorite time of the year.




In other news:
Oh my word.
Here's what I am going to say:
PMS.
If you've had children and nursed them for a while,
you know how the body gets messed up.
Hormones that usually have somewhat of a pattern,
well, they just run all over the place and do whatever
they want. They are like unsupervised toddlers.
That's what mine are like.
And after a while, a room full of unsupervised toddlers
is going to turn into chaos.
And that's where I am right now.
I find myself getting extreme in my emotions.
I get mad at everyone and everything.
And I mean mad.
Then in a more rational moment,
I realize that I am just being psycho.
I am just ready to get back to a pattern here.
Get a little order and discipline
on these wild and crazy hormones
that are making me crazy.

But who am I kidding?
How long does any woman go
without having to duke it out with her hormones?
Somebody said to me the other day
that they wondered why God gave us PMS.
Why indeed.
I tend to think it's part of the curse.
It's certainly the part of the curse
that makes me want to curse.


We are back on the wagon today
....making up for the time missed last week
at the doctors and chiropractor. We are getting
caught up today and tomorrow they will have a heavy load
...but that's just life, isn't it?
I thought about bumping everything back
to make it easier for my little pitiful students,
but then I decided to be a mean ol' mother
and crack the educational whip
and make them work harder to keep us on schedule.
I'm such a meanie.
I don't think anyone will die from this.
What doesn't kill them
will make them stronger, right?
That's fine.
I want them to be strong.

Happy Tuesday, Dear Reader.