Life never ends

just like laundry.

You are only as happy as your unhappiest child

On Sunday GN got a really nasty email from her friend saying I never want to email you again. I was shocked and felt HORRIBLE!!! This morning she seemed a little more quiet than usual and I was sure it was because of this. Not that she didn't get enough sleep, or that she didn't do her homework and didn't want to tell me or maybe she wanted more cereal. ALL DAY I had a small grey cloud in my stomach and I was imagining her being alone in the loud cafeteria. Walking slow to gym while her friends were ahead of her laughing at an inside joke. I was so sad by the end of the day. I couldn't wait to pick her up and see how she was doing.

After I picked her up from daycare I asked how today went and she smiled at me and said it was great! They had a substitute (GN said was very nice) and it was all in all great. So I dared ask her if she talked to CS about that email and she said,"Oh, I told TR CS was being annoying and she told her. I told CS I was sorry for saying it and she was sorry for the email." I was so relieved!

As her mother, I never thought she would be the one to say anything mean. I told her not to say stuff like that to her friends, no one will EVER keep a secret, especially at that age. She could come to me and tell me stuff- I have no to tell who would care. And they both seemed to have handled the situation correctly.

City Chicken

I have never heard of city chicken until today. It's really pork, the other white meat. Jeff is a wonderful cook and makes up recipes for the buffet at his work. I guess I have lived in luxury all my life and never needed to call things by different names. Chicken is chicken. Pork is pork. They are all white meat. Pork by any other name is still nasty.