I need brown sugar, lunch meat, and maybe milk. It seems like we are always out of milk. John says that 9 gallons of milk a week for us is on the low side, but gosh, I am just so tired trying to keep up with the demand. And I'm not even the one running to the store for it. Still, nothing like running out of milk to show I am a bad Mom. At least that is how I feel. A few days ago, I had Adam buy some dry milk. Sure I am using some of it to make Christmas gifts, but at least now I know I won't run out of milk.
Thankfully, I had lots of laughs this morning on the drive home from the laboratory. Annalyn, Rachel, Anastasia, and I rocked out to Move it, Move it. I drove with my hand on the horn. :) It is always fun to find a new way to embarrass the kids.
Nolan is going through an interesting time. He wants to get up when Alex and Dennis get up in the morning. Yet I know he needs more sleep by his behavior evidenced halfway through the morning. So I have insisted that he goes back to bed until at least 7am. Most times he is not a happy camper about this. However, I think he is learning that on school days, he gets up when Mom goes in and gets him up. At least I can hope. Today was a perfect example of this. Nolan is also showing signs of mini-tantruming when he doesn't get his way. No way am I going to let it get carried away like I did with Dennis. It has taken 6 months of really working with Dennis to get him to not throw a fit and I can't allow Nolan to do it. I give Nolan the chance to lay down on the couch and calm down. More times than not he chooses to do this throat scream-groan even louder so I have to march him off to bed. You'd think he hates me by now. And yet, he wants to be close every morning when I am getting ready for the day-- a sign of slow and steady attachment.
Sorry to cut it so short, but lunch isn't going to be made by itself. Hope you are all having a great day.