O is for Ornery
(Photo from photobucket.com-sonofj) Feeling kind of ornery today. Maybe it's the rain. I don't mind having some rain. And, I love that my crappy back lawn is looking green. But, when you're sending kids off to the bus in the morning, it's hard to make them walk in the drizzle. So, I drive them. In my pj's, socks, no make-up and bedhead. I pray that I don't see any adults on my way. I also don't like the grayness. I need some sunshine. Perhaps it's the fact that Noah is standing by me, his chin on my knee, saying, "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom." "What?!?!" "Can I go to Lindsey's?" "No." "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom." We have this conversation over and over. I think I need to make Lindsey's mom some banana bread to apologize for the fact that my son shows up at her house a dozen times a day. The fact that my house smelled rancid this morning is part of the problem. I got up and immediately wrin...