I have a case of the Mondays.

I, much like Garfield, hate Mondays. I have hated Mondays for as long as I can remember. I'm assuming that I learned to hate them when I was forced to board that school bus every Monday morning and go off to that miserable place I hated. I'm so glad that my kids won't hate Mondays when they're adults. I wish my mom had homeschooled me. Of course, in hindsight, I think she would have killed me and I wouldn't be here typing about this if she had. So, then again, maybe not.

Anyhow, my oldest child (the 11yo full of pre-teen angst) is upstairs working on an Essay and is none too happy about it. She hates, or should I say LOATHES handwriting. She'll have to get over it. Just because you can type does not mean you should never learn how to properly wield a pen for it is by far mightier than the sword. She is also angry that I (mommy dearest) am making her look up the definitions of words in her dictionary rather than search them at the Merriam-Webster website. I (evil mommy dearest that I am) want to know that when my child is without internet access, she can look up the definition of any word she does not know without the help of google. I believe this is a skill that should be required for graduation. She does not.

This is a source of constant contention in our household. Google has made us all look-it-up-in-a-real-book-brain-lazy. I'm guilty of it myself. I still know how to use a dictionary when necessary, and spent many an hour reading it for pure enjoyment. I was probably one of the only kids in my entire 7th grade class back in 1987 who could spell and define the words flaccid and fedayeen, and use them in a sentence. The dictionary provided quite a bit of enlightening entertainment for me in those "tween" years. It was also a great source of words that could be turned into veiled insults, because most people did not know what they meant and I was not old enough to get away with a cuss word. It was like learning a coded colorful language of potential snarky insults. I love snark. If only my child could find that joy.... I can only hope.

My youngest child just finished her school work for the day, and is now catching butterflies at mylittlepony.com. She enjoys that site almost as much as I enjoy Merriam-Webster's site, except her favorite site plays annoying music. I'm currently trying to drown out her music with my Pandora Radio station (you can listen too, the link is on the left! Its good music, I swear!). My music is quite nice, and much less annoying than mylittlepony.com's theme music.

I have managed to do 2 loads of laundry so far, and now I am off to re-organize my pantry and fridge. The fridge needs a good thorough cleaning, and I'm just the woman for the job. I'm kind of scared to find what sort of exotic new species of fungus I'm growing in the dark corners of the fridge, but I will soon find out. If I find anything particularly exotic, expect pictures to be posted here. I may run with scissors, but I also share cool educational stuff.

Ok, Now i'm signing off to get to work so I can hurry back to my knitting when I'm done. Hello world, my week begins.