My oldest child forgot his lunchbox at school. It's the third week of school and it's the second time it's happened. The first time was during the first week and since I'm nice, I drove back to the school so he could have a nicely packed and healthy lunch the next day. You know, a lunch packed with love.
But now, I'm over it. He has to learn responsibility at some point so we're starting early. He thought we would just give him money to eat lunch at school. But...I felt like that was too easy and he was excited about it, so while the other boys got go gurts and lovely turkey sammies, apple slices, cheese sticks, cold juice and whatever else...triston got a boring pb & j, pretzels, water, and a granola bar + 15 minutes of early bedtime. And that lovely little note on his sack, which all his friends thought was funny.
Side note: turns out that he didn't really care about it at all except the early bedtime.
But, whatever. Lets hope he learns that lesson before I have to break out psyco mom. She tends to make an appearance a few times a year. Or, at least once a month - if you catch my drift.
Katy Perry's new song, roar: awesome. It's just the kind of song I sing to my kids when I whip them in a game of pig or trouble and they get so mad (but they secretly love it).
And also: I had a good laugh over some primary history over the weekend. "Primary" is our church's program for youth ages 18 mo.-11 and I won't lie: my kids hate going to the third hour called sharing time, which maybe says something about me because I'm the president in our little branch and myself and another couple of ladies teach the lesson and music.
Anyway, this weekend was the 135th anniversary of the first primary. According to church history, a sister in the church was concerned about all the crazy little boys running around. She was quoted saying, "how will our daughters ever find suitable husbands if these boys are what they have to choose from?!" or, something like that. And so primary was born where they taught the boys (and girls) not to steal out of orchards and hang on pioneer wagon wheels. And then also about spiritual matters...and I just thought, "yeah, that sounds about right." It makes me feel like maybe my rowdy crew is more normal than I sometimes think, even if it was over 100 years ago. Boys are boys. And based on most of the men in our church, they will turn out just fine. I think I'm going to start quoting that the next time our row starts getting some stares! ;)