Today was a Monday

I knew today was Monday because...

I got an assignment the night before and forgot to reset my alarm clock...that's bad
Then I woke up in middle of night and remembered...that's good
But in my half asleep state I set it to PM instead of AM and woke up late anyway...that's bad
Made it to school on time and had a decent day...that's good

Took 2 children to orthodontist consult appointment and younger one needs braces...that's fine
The other child does not...that's great!
Homework time was miserable for all...that's bad, but normal
Finally got boys to bed...that's good
But had to remake one bed from an accident...that's bad, come on!

Tomorrow is another day and we will learn from our mistakes on Monday...that's good!

Grow up!

So I was ordering a cake at the bakery. There was a lady there that said her son's birthday was the same day as my son's birthday. What a coincidence. But hers is turning 25.

Then she said he wants a Wii. It sounded like he was still living with her. Maybe not.
But it made me wonder how many young adults still live with their parents. Especially with the new healthcare law forcing insurers to cover "kids" until they are 26. It just doesn't seem right.

I was hoping some of those fresh twenty-somethings could help come up with new ideas. Find solutions instead of being part of the problem. Believe me, I know how hard it is to get a job out there - I know too many people out of work. People who need to work to support their families. But living at home and sponging off parents? Sounds lazy to me. And sounds like the parents are letting them be. Are these the same parents that never forced their kids to do chores? That didn't really keep tabs on them when they got older?

Kids will get away with whatever we let them - as long as we let them. I know some very productive twenty-somethings. They are struggling being on their own, but they are doing it. We did it. At one time I worked 4 jobs to afford my apartment and car. I also didn't have health insurance because it was all part time. There weren't enough jobs then, either. There are even less now. There's lots of undesirable jobs available - like the jobs illegal immigrants do for us and jobs that are outsourced to other countries...lazy Americans!

I wonder how things will be when my kids get older. Maybe I'll be changing my tune. I hope there will be room for them in the workforce. Who's gonna take care of me when I'm old!

Old is the new Young

Wouldn't that be nice? I really felt my age as I stood up and twisted just right to throw out my back. AAAH! My youth flashed before my eyes as I desperately tried to right myself. Ooch and  Ouch with every move. Uh, Oh, Eee! I slowly stood up and made it down the stairs. One step at a time. Wincing all the way. I got my son to his practice, who selflessly offered to stay home. I sat in the car and turned on the back-of-the-seat warmer. Finally I was able to take some ibuprofen. I'm much better now, but still very sore.

Calgon take me away!

(dating myself. do they even make calgon anymore?)