Pizza? Leftovers? Green eggs and ham?

I've got about a million things rattling around in my head this week. How can it be Tuesday already?

For one, my days feel a little broken up because I am forced to drop the kids off at school in the morning and pick them up in the afternoon every day - about a 20-minute drive one way. Sam has been banned from the bus for several days for misbehaving.

Oh, the gasping isn't necessary. This, unfortunately, is a regularly occurring thing.

But it's not so bad because having to be at the school every day gives me a chance to pop in and chat with Sam's teacher. I did that yesterday, which was when I found out why the kiddo's math grade on his report card was so grim. Simply, he's not turning in homework.

Again, nothing new.

So Sam had a pretty rough night last night. No TV. Pretty much no fun at all. Lots of time spent at the kitchen table staring at his math book.

Which brings me to another thought: I am so blessed to be able to be at home for my children, focused on their needs and helping them become the best young adults they can be. Well, at least encouraging them to be the best they can be. Sometimes they do stupid stuff and, say, get kicked off the bus, but I maintain that doesn't make me a bad parent and it doesn't make them bad kids. It just means they make bad choices now and then. What kid doesn't?

Choices. More thoughts rattling around. Do we do this or that? Do we go here or there? Do we buy this? If so, when do we buy it? What are we going to have for dinner? Is it still too cold to leave the dog outside while I go get groceries? If I can only do one, should I fill the wine rack or buy a bottle of rum? Dust and vacuum or finish the laundry? Stay up and read or go to bed early? I feel like I'm trapped in a Dr. Seuss book lately.

But that's just my Side Show. A start. A beginning.
This way to the Big Tent! You'll find your head spinning.

or ...

Then again he came back! I was fixing some pipes
when that old-nuisance Lorax came back with more gripes.

or even ...

I do not like your math scores, Sam. I do not like them, Sam I Am.

OK, I took some liberties with that last one. But you get the idea. It's always something, it never stops, and at some point the lines between things get all blurry and suddenly I've forgotten why I got up and walked into the bathroom and why I'm holding this pepper grinder in my hand. Toss in something really important like health care reform to think about and my head just might explode.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

It's a good thing I have a keen sense of humor.

Also a good thing that spring break is right around the corner.