Sick day, sort of.

Decided to keep my son home from school today due to a stuffy nose and extreme sleepiness. Probably not entirely necessary, but I felt completely no guilt about it. He hasn't missed any days this year which is remarkable. I left the message on the school's sick line, "no flu like symptoms, no fever, no cold" because you need to do that now, but seriously sometimes a Mama has to be with her boy as much as a boy needs his Mama. We talk about dreams and favorite foods and which kids are his best friends and which ones are acting jerky lately. Why he didn't get invited to a birthday party (tough), why he decided to "change careers because he hasn't had much time for architecture lately". He's in fourth grade. There are a lot of commitments to your time between Reading Buddies, Lewis and Clark, improper fractions, bathroom break excuses to come up with, and "Infected Tag" which is apparently the playground game sweeping the nation (or at least his elementary school). He's been a reading fool lately and has gone through 5 or 6 books since Christmas. The latest ones I chose for him are The Wind In The Willows (which I loved) and The Moffats. He's plowing through The Moffats which seems to take place as he says, A Real Long Time Ago Like When You Were A Kid Or Something. I looked into it, it's during World War One. But you know, details of history are not his strongest subjects just yet.  Mostly I just wanted some more time to look at his tousled little face over breakfast and check in.

I decided to start something with my friends called Soup Club. It should be fun. We are going to get together and make soup. Then we will eat soup. There might be some book talk, or Project Runway talk, but I was never very ambitious so pretty much that's all I have planned. I've only Pinned like 50,000 soup recipes and maybe made 2 of them, so really this had to be done. Besides who doesn't need another reason to see their best friends more often?

That's really all that's going on. I know I sound like the most unambitious least exciting person you know. I don't really care. These are the things that are important to me and I like to talk about them. I don't really think I am getting better at this blog writing thing, but I feel compelled to keep it going. Thanks for listening with your eyeballs. xo