wednesday i was gone all day on a field trip with a group of first grade beasties. never still, never quiet, never civilized. god knew best i wouldn't be a teacher like i wanted to be as a kid. i think, secretly, little girls who imagine themselves to be teachers, really just want to boss around other little kids. when i was a kid i didn't really like little kids, too many variables, no control. good thing i love my children. it truly does come naturally, until they turn about 3 or so, then loving becomes a little bit of work. thursday was yet another field trip, but i declined to acquiesce on that one because of the previous day's experience. friday, no school. which i thought would be a good thing. sleep in, take it easy. no such luck. an early morning excursion taking one of my newly widowed grandmothers to get her hair done at a woman's house. yes, i said 'one of my newly widowed grandmothers'. i lost both my grandfathers in a week's time. the latter being on my son's birthday. the hair fiasco took 3 1/2 hours! and i was starving. she had brought the kids some of her homemade spritz cookies to nibble on and wouldn't you know it was the first day of my bread strike. i've given up eating bread - not carbs, just processed breads, but i also included desserts. btw, in case you were wondering, we don't buy chips so that's not an issue. saturday, i went to a girlfriend's house - getting lost along the way. and sunday, we had my sister and her fiance over for steak. that should catch us up.