I have been having a debate in my head all day regarding what I was going to post tonight. Does anyone else have these “in your head” debates? If you are not lucky enough to suffer from these almost-psychotic-enough-to-medicate-won’t-stop-all-day deliberation, well you must have a peaceful life. me? no. I deliberate, play back and analyze over and over again until I am satisfied on a plan of action.

I thought maybe I would write about how I decided to listen to an old Violent Femmes cd the other day and decided that I still heart the Violent Femmes. It is amazing how listening to an old cd can port you right back to a different time. I still remember practicing soccer with headphones on rocking out to them. Hmm… those were the days. The days where I could take a beating and not feel like crap the next day. Now if I do some cleaning and lift a few heavy things I feel muscles the next morning that I forgot I even had.

Then, I thought how I could rant about the schools these days. I am so disappointed with public schools here. My stepdaughter has been in quite a few now and they all seemed concerned about 2 things and thats it. One: FCAT, FCAT, FCAT! If it’s not on the FCAT, there is no need to learn it. Two: Having fun and being friends…

Now I in no way think school should be miserable, but I don’t think it is necessary for every Friday to be “fun Friday” and be filled with fun and relaxing events. That’s what the weekends are for. I also don’t think kids should get a piece of candy everyday for doing their homework or whatever. Everything in school does not need to be rewarded in some way by candy, pizza parties and treats from the “treasure box.” Life is not like that. If the parents would like to reward their own kids this way for these things, well that is one thing, but I don’t think the school should be doing it.

Doing what is required of you in school is already rewarded by grades. I don’t think it’s necessary to have treats for breathing like so many teachers think they need to do. And another thing… why is it a reward for a child to have lunch alone with the teacher and their spouse? Me? When I was a student, I didn’t want to be alone with my teacher and I think that’s the way it should be. I was a good straight A student, but still didn’t want to hang out with my teacher.

The teacher student relationship is so messed up these days, it’s no wonder you hear all the time how some teacher had sex with their students. I hate the fact that teachers are trying to be friends with the students. I don’t think piles of homework and strict, hitting with a ruler are the right way, but school should be school. Not a mom and dad replacement, and not a place where everyone is singing kumbayah.

The US is sadly behind so many countries and Florida is even more behind a lot of other states. Maybe if they stopped taking every opportunity to avoid working on the 3 R’s and realized that home is a place for relaxation and fun, then we would catch up. A little fun once in awhile is one thing, but my opinion is that teachers are so worried about being liked and being a friend to the students, that the students are losing out and falling behind.

Besides the point, I am wondering if the school would like to foot the bill for all the cavities these children are getting from the incessant candy eating. Ok, sorry, maybe I am a little overworked about this here…

Then lastly, I am trying to make a huge medical decision in that may involve a hysterectomy and I just don’t know what to do. The details of my medical issue are pretty gross and gory, so I will spare you those, but all I know is I am in a lot of pain and need to make my decision. I have been putting this entire thing off for awhile, and finally got my second opinion confirming my insurance will pay everything, but now I am getting cold feet. If everything goes as I hoped it would, I would only have to get a partial, but the second doctor I saw said that with my history they may have to do a complete. I am going to be thirty in a few weeks and am not ready to take hormones for the next 12 years or so.

Besides the fact, every hormone treatment I have been put on so far to try to deal with this issue has caused me to have migraines or become sick to my stomach. At this point, I just feel like I have to pick a lesser of 2 evils and I can’t say that makes me happy. At this moment, I am hating my body and feel like we are at war.

So in the end, I guess I gave you a little bit of each and cleaned out my mind, just like a little Bee Bim Bop.

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Today was a mess. It started off when I was getting dressed, Hubby was pretending to sleep and Toby decided to feed all the fish we have on our kitchen counters and family room floor. A few months back I switched from flakes to pellets because wet thin flakes was nearly impossible to clean up and would stick to everything. Now pellets, they don’t stick. They simply bouncy all ALL over the place. Making an instant scavenger hunt, delighting Toby and making it a premium time for him to work on his fish food pellet angels on the family room carpet. Who needs snow?

After Hubby and all 3 kids helped clean that fiasco up, we got ready to head off to school. Toby and Ty decided that they were now st-ARV-ing and HAD to bring their cheerios in the car. Ty tried to put his shoes on while holding the cheerios and yup, all over the tile entry way, only to be met with Toby thinking it was hilarious and a prime moment to drive over them with his little indoor push car. Out came the tired broom and the messed was annihilated. Oh and Ty was still st-ARV-ing so we fill the cheerios back up.

In the car… Above mentioned cheerios spilled as I passed them back to Toby. The fell down in between an umbrella. I pull what I can out to put back because the boys are so ravenous and I don’t want their teachers to have to deal with the boys if they have low blood sugar, because they are like their Mumma. All I can say is “Watch out!”

I get the boys home and have them take their shoes off on the tile floor. Apparently today’s hot trend for the boys was for them to play in the sandbox. Unfortunately, they did not leave any sand for the other children to play with because it all ended up on my tile floor which yet again was met with Toby making sand angels. And let me just say, the sound of play sand on my natural unglazed tile floor does not sound nice. Well I guess it sounds ok if you dig the sound of a sharp knife screeching against a dinner plate.

Toby decided he wanted pizza for lunch. Or maybe he just decided that pizza would be his next play toy. He didn’t eat one bite then dropped it on the kitchen floor when he went to put his plate in the sink. Sauce was all over my white cabinets and grooved into the pulls on the lower door where our trashcan resides. He was nice enough to try to clean it up for me, but it ended up being pushed around on that tile again.

Then Toby had a brilliant idea. Lets open up the dust buster mum keeps using and dump the dust all over the floor!

Tonight was had fettuccine with garlic and fresh tomatoes with baked kale on the side. Yum! Toby decided that the kale would be much better all over him, in his diaper, clothes, and on the floor than in his mouth. Ty was being his helpful self, clearing the table when that fettuccine ended up all over the floor. By this point, I realize it may be just easier to get the big vacuum out and go for the entire house, ending with the mop.

I hope gravity takes the day off tomorrow.

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