Monday, February 21, 2011

Why is dinner so difficult?

Why is getting kids to eat a healthy meal so darn difficult? Kids need food to live, so feeding them should be relatively easy. But NO, it is a battlefield. A war that doesn't end until... Well I don't know when it ends, because I'm still in the trenches.

This week, I learned that one child doesn't like to eat gummy vitamins. How do I know this? I found a week's supply of vitamins hidden in the back of a closet.

I learned that another child only likes the marshmallow charms in Lucky Charms cereal. How do I know this? I found handfuls of cereal (no marshmallows) thrown under the kitchen table.

I learned that another child has an affinity for mid-night snacking. How do I know this? I found the offender getting snacks from the kitchen long after I went to bed.

Don't get me started on table manners. It is a sad, sad story. Fortunately, the Queen of England hasn't invited us to dinner and Chick-Fil-A doesn't care if elbows are on the table.

I won't provide names, since all of the offenders are minors - instead I'll leave you to guess.

That is life in the stroller lane.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Another Student in the House

We officially have another student in the Harrell house. I just signed my baby, Jaley, up for kindergarten. Wasn't she just this big yesterday? How can she already be old enough for kindergarten? But she is! According to Wake County, Jaley makes the kindergarten cut off with more than a month to spare. Today, I paraded down to the school, filled out the paperwork, and voila she is enrolled for school coming August.

When I'm not at the elementary school, I'm at my school. This is the week when the rubber meets the road (or maybe when the crap hits the fan) - four exams and two quizzes in 5 days of class. I'm writing this now, stalling, before I study for the next exam. If you are curious, what the heck I'm learning about. Mostly, I'm learning to use lots of really big words instead of really simple one. Listen isn't good enough - nurses say auscultate. Likewise, don't say blister, when you can say bulla. And if the cat scratches my hand, apparently I have been excoriated. Don't you wish you were in nursing school?

That is life in the stroller lane.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Life's a Zoo

I am cresting the one month mark in school. Life is definitely a bit of a zoo. Heck, we have three kids - life was a zoo long before I went back to school.

They say 6 weeks makes a habit, so I think we are getting close. I finally figured out where I can park and haven't gotten lost on campus in several weeks. My email is working and I can access online research journals. The kids are enjoying their new school and the girls are even taking Taekwondo. Scott is chipping in around the house with everything from folding clothes to making lunches (thank you, Honey). We are starting to hit a groove.

As for my classes (all 8 of them) - it's a lot. I have tests, quizzes and assignments due weekly. It seems like I spend more time figuring out what I'm supposed to be doing more than actually doing what I'm supposed to do. Good news, I like the material. And thus far, I haven't killed any of the manikins we practice on. Next week is a bear, with tons of exams. But the funny thing is that I'm not all that stressed. For those of you who knew me in high school, GT, or KFBS - read that again - I'm not all that stressed. Maybe, it's the third time's a charm. Or maybe, it's that with a family and a husband and a house - school can't be the only priority. Or maybe, it's the wine. Whatever it is, I'll take less stress over more stress any day.

This week was Scott's birthday and he got to do a little bit of celebrating. Although when it came time to put candles on his cake, I couldn't remember how old he was. Luckily, I made him younger not older. The kids quickly corrected my mistake, so on went another candle. This weekend, we don't have much on the schedule - other than catching up from the week.

That is life in the stroller lane.