It's True

I have been busy in the real world these days, just trying to get through each day as it comes.

I have been to church now the past month, enjoying it with my children and the family I have come to know in the church.  I am a transformed person.  That's what a friend of mine has said to me, "You are transformed". 

It's true.

Even my kids notice a difference in me. My youngest twin son said to me the other day, "Mom, you're different.  You're religious, not religious like Grandma, but religious."  Made me giggle when he said that. 

It's true.

And I don't mind being called religious.   I listen to Christian radio, watch Christian TV and read the word of God. I am still the same person, just have God in my life. And that doesn't mean that things are all cheerful and chipper, as a matter of fact I've noticed more trials since I found God than when I didn't have Him in my life.  The pastor said in one of his sermons, that followers of God will find that there will be more obstacles, but God will bring you through them. 

It's true.

I assure you I haven't lost my sense of humor.  I just felt the need to post a little more serious post than I usually do. I want you to understand where I stand when it comes to my faith. It isn't an easy road to walk on.  But I know I'm not alone anymore. When times get crazy, I pray. When I have something that bothers me, I pray. When I want to find answers, I pray.   When things get bad, I still praise God. I say thank you for the blessings I do have; healthy children, safe children, a roof over my head, a job, and a church that I love going to with some amazing people. 


I had a situation with my boys yesterday, and God was clearly watching over them.  Because my hearing isn't the greatest, yet I heard these kids across the parking lot talking about something going on and I heard as loud as day my oldest twin's name and my youngest twin's name. I bolted off the steps and walked across the lot in my bare feet no less, to where these kids were standing.  I heard one of the kids say, "There's his mom." 

There was a woman there talking to these children and my boys were accused of starting a disruption and throwing rocks at these four girls.  The woman eventually got to the bottom of the story and what happened was the youngest of the girls threw the first rock, and my boys had tossed sand at them to get them away. My son then lifted a boulder to scare them away because they wouldn't stop bothering my boys. Which all the girls eventually admitted, and all kids, including mine, admitted their faults in this incident. Turns out some woman in the community who has no business telling other people's kids what to do went and told this poor little six-year old girl to approach my boys and tell them to stop playing in the area they were in. So all of this started because of that woman. Who had no business telling that little girl to go over there in the first place.

I met a new neighbor, and we all left with answers and a sense of relief.

First words out of my mouth as we were walking back home was, "Praise God I was outside when I was."

So yeah, I'm a follower of God. I read my bible. I talk about God without shame. 

I enjoy the music too. I'm posting a video that I absolutely love the song, it makes me just want to get up and dance and you will find me in my car, when this song comes on, bopping around like I'm at a dance club.  

The song is called Shackles(Praise Him). Listen to it. Go ahead. It's very uplifting. The words will resonate with you I'm sure as well.

I double dog dare ya. Go ahead, listen to it. 

Quadruple dog dare.....*grins*

I have to get going. I'll fill you in on the rest of my week later. I have some funny things to share that the kids in my class have said and done.

You'll get a good giggle or two out of it.






 

Be Gone You Little Buggers!!!

I'm just sitting here on a Saturday morning listening to my nieghbors arguing with someone while this person is banging on the door yelling at them from the other side. 

Fun times in the hood I tell ya.

I call this the hood, it really isn't in THE HOOD per say, however, it feels like it most days. We had so many things happen in our neighborhood lately, and last year they managed to clean up the riff raff however, they found their way back this past spring. *sigh*

I'm heading out to get my hair cut in a little bit. After this whole lice fiasco, I do NOT want to have to deal with the drama of too much hair ever again. It's just hair, it will grow back again some day, BUT not that I will really want it to be the length it has been for the past four years or so.  It was long, down to the middle of my back long and when the rancid takeover of our heads began three weeks ago, I chopped most of my locks off along with my daughter's. We both had shoulder length bob cuts. Best I could do without a hairstylist's certificate to my name.

I am kind of excited about the new do. Hopefully I will still look like a woman with short hair. I never liked short hair on me. My mom always has but I don't recall many children liking what their parents told them was good. For instance, my mom absolutely adored this guy who was a friend of mine. I would never date him specifically for that reason. I would find something that I didn't like and then somehow, some way, I would not give in to my random feelings of more than friendship for this guy.

Now he's married and has a really really good job and a nice house and the perfect family.  Yay him I say.

I'm not going to be dating for a long time it looks like.  I had a guy I met on that dating website, he was funny, very optimistic and just seemed like someone I could date eventually. We'd never met in person, had been talking a little over a month I believe, and he was fine with waiting until I was comfortable with meeting him some day.  However, this stupid bug thing ruined that for me. I finally told him that although I enjoyed his conversation, that I'd understand if he never spoke to me again. 

My inbox is still empty.

Because I just had a complete meltdown in my email to him. After serious thought I remembered this quote, "If you cannot handle me at my worst, you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

So that eased my mind a bit after I didn't hear from him. I'm sure there is someone out there for me, just wasn't him.

Not like I have time to date anyone anyway. Too much going on in my life right now. No guy has the patience for all this crap.  And if a guy did, I'd marry him in a heartbeat and make the guy the happiest man on the planet for putting up with my tears, worries and frustrations. 

Oh well, there are more fish floating around the sea of life here...somewhere....I'm sure. *shrugs*

Not a priority. 

Right now my priorities are:

1.  God
2.  My kids
3.  My job
4.  Catching up on all  the bills I am behind on because of the lost days of work due to "Head Infestations of 2014". 
5.  Finally being able to join the women's bible study at church and not pushing people away when they try to hug me.

The church folk where I belong are very huggy. I am not complaining, it's just that when you have had a head full of bugs the last thing you want to do is share them with a new found friend.

Are you scratching your head too??  You don't know how many people(a limited few I might add) who knew of my situation would be talking to me and were scratching their heads. At least they were cracking up about it and not treating me like I had cooties. 

*shivers*

So glad to be done with this crap.

Good riddance I say.

Well, that's all I've got for now. Just want to enjoy my weekend. Been a few weeks since I've been able to do that. I can't wait to get some normalcy back in our lives again.

Have a great weekend.

I'll try and get back again this weekend if I can.

 







 

HE Is There

This is probably going to be one of my quickest posts in my blogging history.  

I have about ten minutes or so to get this out there, so let's see where this goes.

My post today is about the one being in my life who has gotten me through my worst days, even when I didn't know he was there....

GOD

Don't fall off your chairs now.

Those of you who know me via my blog here, know how angry and against God I was for the longest time; a very long, long time.  But he is there.  Little did I know this, but he is there. 

Like a child who throws a temper tantrum and sent to her room without dessert, I was so rebellious and angry that I did everything I could to NOT believe that God was there.  

Then the turmoil of last week hit. 

And a friend of mine from work for the past few weeks has been talking to me about her church. And what did it for me finally was in the midst of combing out my daughter's hair and in my deepest darkest angered moment I said to my daughter, "See, how could there be a God? What God would do this to us?"  My daughter, in her tiny 9 year old voice says to me, "Mommy, Susie(not her real name) at school said that's the devil."  I looked at her and rolled my eyes.  I did, I rolled my eyes. 

But then she said it to me again when we were talking about all this later in the evening.  God spoke to me through my daughter and her friend.  

So I listened.

Every child has to be punished, or given a wake up call of some magnitude....hit rock bottom I suppose. My rock bottom wake up call was the infestation of massive proportions and the drama that unfolded because of it last week.  My boys were fighting non-stop. My life was so overwhelmed with problems that I couldn't see straight.

Then I said one night, when I was alone combing out my hair of those smarmy little things, I said, "God, please help me. I am so sorry, please God help me get rid of this. Protect my kids and me and help me please."  

I was sobbing profusely in my bathroom.  

The next morning I went to church. I was so excited to be going with that friend of mine. I still felt like a leper with the critters in my head, but God would protect those around me. As it turned out, my friend and I found a seat, in the front of the church with many chairs empty around us.  So all were protected. I prayed and I held back the tears that welled up in me from so much exhaustion as I listened to the music and the sermon. 

Then, we headed to lunch my friend and I. After lunch I went home and did my usual routine....cleaning laundry, doing dishes, vacuuming and combing out my hair. As I was combing it out, all of a sudden I hear a crack of wood and then BAM! my chair falls onto the bathroom floor. "Really? Really??!!!" I was so upset again. I went to put a hair tie in my hair and the damn thing snapped. 

Brand new hair tie.

Snapped!

Why???!!!

 I hit a dark spot in my life. I was at an all time low. Thoughts were swirling around in my head, that surely were the devil....I felt like my life had no meaning or purpose anymore; I was single with 3 kids left at home, broke as could be, and had a head full of evil nasty bugs that would not leave me alone.  Why oh why do I even bother anymore??

I went out on the porch and this neighbor of mine, about 25 or so, lives downstairs and was outside. He saw me, asked how I was and I said I had a shitty day. Told him why. Told him what happened and said, "And the ironic thing is, I went to church today. First time in 2 years that I went."  He told me, in no uncertain terms, "That's the devil. He knows your heart and so does God. Have faith, your kids will be fine, you will be fine, just hang in there."

I felt so much better.  

Like someone upstairs(God) was watching over me. He spoke to me through that young man. 

So now I'm still standing. Trying not to worry, because all worry does is stress one out. I'm listening to some very good preachers speak the word of God and I'm here to say that God does speak to you if you just stop and listen.  

Funny thing...I saw a license plate at the pharmacy the other day that said "his plan". Talk about a sign of heavenly proportions.

It is God's plan. 

It's all in his hands and I just have to be patient. 

As my boss told me, praying to God and knowing God doesn't make it easier, and that is so true. But you give it all to him, and he will take care of the rest. 

This has been a little longer than ten minutes writing. But it feels good to share it. And I have some spare time, just tried to give myself a bit of time before I had to leave to blog here. 

Sharing this video of this man who I saw on TBN last night as I was going to bed.  He's hilarious.  And although this isn't the segment that was on last night, this is a good one.  Hope you get as much laughter as I did listening to him speak. 

He is a Godly comedian who gets the bible across in a hilarious way.

Have a good day!

Itch, Itch, Scratch, Scratch....

I've been gone for a bit here.

Life has been happening around me these days. 

Drama soon followed.  

It's been "fun". (attach sarcasm to that comment please)

I originally took my blog down to "pretty it up" a bit, make a few changes, add some gadgets and what not. However, last week the horror of all horrors when one has grade school children hit with a vengeance and is still tormenting us to this day.  

Head Lice.

Yep, that's right. Those smarmy little bastards, pardon my french, but they are just that.  They have invaded our heads and our home. I will never visit another movie theater again, because I do believe that is where this suckers came from.

Let me give you the background on this.  About two weeks ago, my daughter and I were itching furiously on a Sunday after a football game.  I had just assumed the sun had burnt us badly on top of our heads and didn't even think to check for the critters.  We went a whole week of not checking, until the following week my ex informed me by Wednesday that the boys had been scratching too. 

Great.

So my daughter proceeds to tell me last Friday she saw a bug in her head. She tried pulling it out. I thought it was dry skin. I went to Wally World and picked up four kits because as any mother can tell you, despite all denial of "this can't be head lice", deep down inside you know the real deal when your kid is pulling dry skin(er, umm lice) from her head. 

Then began the treatments. It has been one hell-ridden week of laundering sheets, pillows, comforters, vacuuming couches and floors and organizing. I'll tell you right now, if you ever want to get motivated to REALLY organize your home, this will do it for you. I guarantee that.  I stayed up until 2:30 that first night, combing all four of our heads after the shampoo treatments.  I was crying. I couldn't believe we got this. Where? How?? Why us? Lice thrive on clean hair, damn you daily showers and personal hygiene!

So one day of work missed.  

Monday rolls along and still some bugs. My daughter still has live bugs so I take her to the pediatrician. She can't find anything and said that they were probably dying, clears her for school. Boys are cleared and we head to the office as we were late. Get to school, the nurse gives the boys a green light, my daughter on the other hand apparently still had nits. 

Lovely.

How'd the doc with a PhD miss that one?  I was not happy. 

Again, Monday night same deal as the night before. Laundering pillows, vacuuming, checking heads with the combs, long night ahead and finally in bed by the time I do my head at 2:45. 

Two days and barely six hours of sleep total.

Tuesday and Wednesday are still the same deal pretty much. Wednesday I made an appointment so I could get my head checked and cleared and go back to work.  I got a complete physical while I was at it too. Another story for another time there, things were found, worry set in. I'll talk about that another day, but right now it's these critters....

So I am excited to be able to go back to work. So far I have one day(Friday) to my name on my paycheck. I'm sick to my stomach because I have now lost 4 days on my check. How am I going to pay my bills? Right now I am still not thinking about that. I can't think about that, I wake up in the wee hours of the morning thinking about that.  I have near panic attacks thinking about that. 

Seriously.

Thursday rolls in and during Friday evening's comb through a live one was found on my youngest twin's head. I didn't even realize it was live. I had combed through, set the comb on the counter and went to boil the water for the combs and my son yells, "Mom it's moving!" Panic set in yet again and I run to the bathroom and my eyes which can barely see to begin with are straining to see the bug in the comb. Sure as hell, they were moving.

Damn bug. I rinse it in hot scalding water burning both my fingers and the bug as it went down the drain. I continued to comb through my son and the following morning a visit to the pediatrician came to order. 

Another day of work, missed.

Took both boys, just to make sure. Oldest was cleared as was my youngest. I don't understand because it was ALIVE. I saw it! With my 44-yr old eyes I saw it move and my son, with his 10-yr old eyes saw it as well. 

It's now 10 days after and I am still combing heads and got a break for a few days with them visiting dad this week, but I'm not taking any chances. Better to be safe than sorry.  I will probably be nit-combing them til they graduate high school. 

This is not fun.

I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. 

I'm not sure if I'm bug free. Friend at work thoroughly checked my scalp. Said I did a good job considering I did it solo. I told her it was me and God in that bathroom. Had to be, because there is no way I did this alone. 

Just trying to figure out my house stuff now. Organizing and doing normal cleaning I would have done had this little **(&($_# 'S had not invaded our heads and homes. 

Insanity.

Also had some medical tests done. Haven't seen a doc in 9 years.  I'm afraid of what may come from her mouth next Wednesday when I go in for a follow up visit for the results. 

I have to have "the girls" scanned...you know that lovely chest x-ray every woman loves having yearly. Never had one. Think I'll ask my neighbor to run my boobs over with his truck just to get a feel for what it will be like.  Maybe desensitize the girls a little so they won't hurt in that machine so much.

Oh well.

Whatever happens, happens. Scared of a lot of things, being evicted, losing my electricity, what the tests may share, losing my mind, not paying my bills on time and ... lice...in no particular order do I fear these things. 





So that is what is going on here.


Sorry no new gadgets. I have no time for gadgets. I barely had time to find the new background. 


Anyway....I'm here.


Buried under housework, and thankfully no longer bugs.  *knock wood*


I went to church with a friend of mine. We'll see how this goes. Would love to believe in God, actually, I do believe in him, because without him and me calling him every five seconds after every comb through, I would not have survived this apocalyptic event in my life. 


Ugh.


Will be back later. Maybe days or weeks later.


But I'll be back.


More to come....good things I hope.

Where Did the Time Go?

It's been a while since I've posted here.  

Let me bring you up to date on what has transpired over the past couple of weeks. 

My boys have been busy with their sports activities. That's been fun. I've managed to get burnt to a crisp while rooting them to victory. It's been fun.

Also, the online dating thing has been entertaining.  I will say I only met one guy that was worth my time, at best he may turn out to be a nice friend.  Not sure if or when we will meet.  But he's definitely fun to talk to.  Most of the men on this site just want hook ups. If I wanted hook ups I would have joined a site specifically geared towards that. I'm just looking for a good friend right now, and if something grows from the friendship, great. If not, well, at least I made a friend or will have humorous stories to tell my kids and grandkids some day. 


I'm really looking forward to the weekend. I have been busy non-stop with completing a 20 hour course for my job, sending it in and waiting on the results so I can submit them to my boss, I have been dealing with some issues at my son's school which were finally resolved; had a problem with a classroom bully on the playground. Thankfully a teacher was present when the altercation happened so she knew my son didn't fight back or provoke this child's behavior. All I can say is, I'm glad the school took care of it. Because after my son had his lip split thanks to the impact from this bully's elbow in a game of basketball(unnecessary jab to his bottom lip) I had finally had enough when my son told me, "He's still bothering me. He keeps shoving his shoulder into my chest when he walks by me at school." I'm glad my son trusted me to take care of it, and didn't resort to violence.  Good job son!

I've also a busy week at work, so much so that I'm utterly exhausted and cannot wait for the weekend to get here just to sleep in. Two more days....I can do this. 

I had a crazy day at work. Two potty accidents within seconds of each other(the kids, not me ha ha), kids running around the room, I'm trying to finish an art project and it's like the gates of hell just opened up in there. Parents were coming in and at one point a parent said to me, "This is chaos."

Ya think?

Good thing ya pointed that out as I'm standing here, alone, changing your child because I would never have noticed all the kids circling around the toy shelf in the middle of the room or the mess still left at the table because I couldn't very well leave your child in soiled clothing while I cleaned it up.  

Yeah, I need a weekend. 

I get snarky when I don't get my sleep. I'm like a grumpy bear when I don't get my sleep.  I don't like to be grumpy, so I must get some Z's this weekend. It's on my to do list.

Well, it's 11:00 already. I guess I should get going now.  I sure hope I can write some sort of hilarious blog post this upcoming weekend(after all that sleep I get). But of course I probably won't have time to get on here, because it's my week with the kids starting this weekend. And we have plans. Lots of plans....fun plans.  They come first so if you don't see me around this next week....no worries friends/readers/passers-by I will return.

Have a wonderful Thursday.  I hope I can make it back here soon.
 



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Poo Poo on Our Plans This Week

I am utterly bummed.

I think I am more bummed than my kids. 

We were invited to a birthday party for one of my students and his brother. It's going to be 103 degrees out today and this party was suppose to be a pool party.  And this party was going to be fun. 

My daughter, unfortunately is sick.

Again.

I don't know why she keeps on getting sick like she is. When she gets these stomach bugs they really knock her down hard. This started yesterday morning and continued well into the evening with non-stop trips to the bathroom or her head hanging over her bucket.

Poor thing.

She was feeling better this morning and asked me for a glass of Tru-Moo. I haven't ever tasted this brand of chocolate milk, but apparently it's all the rave in the 6-12 year old age group where chocolate milk is concerned. 

And apparently all the moms in the commercial just go on and on about the healthy benefits of drinking this milk.

So my daughter consumed two small cups of this moo milk and next thing I know she is running to the bathroom...and I needn't share anymore information.  

You know what happens next.

She took a bath afterwards and is now sleeping on the couch. I informed the parents of the boys that we would not be attending, and the dad let me know that one of the birthday boys is sick as well and if we still want to come we are welcome to do so. 

We'll see how she fares when she wakes up.

Praying to the tummy Gods that she is miraculously cured and we can go. 

This has been a really crappy weekend.  Yesterday my daughter missed movie day at school. Today we are all missing the birthday party. Then last night I got a call from a friend of mine who was suppose to fly in next weekend, letting me know she can't make it.  Her sister in law's cancer took a turn for the worse. 

It doesn't look good.

It broke my heart listening to her crying on the phone. She was feeling upset about her Sister-in-law's condition and upset about the fact that she couldn't visit the kids and I. I told her family comes first and she shouldn't apologize for being with family at such a difficult time. We will have other days.  

Her sister-in-law won't.(I didn't say that for the record)  But we will still be here, so she needs to do what she has to.  I felt so bad for her.  

Then my oldest son contacted me on Facebook. He wants to come live here. I am all for that. However, he needs to make some major life decisions.  I can't make him help himself, he has to want the help. That's all I'm saying.  

Well, I don't have much to share right now.  So I'm going to go and lay down and take a nap I think. This work week wore me out and yesterday really wore me out. 

Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. 

I will try and hop back on here later.  I'll fill you in on a little story.  Nothing major but it involves the infamous world of online dating.  No... no fish caught to speak of yet, but I'm hopeful someday my prince will come.  In the meantime, we can all laugh at the ridiculous experiences I have had using this thing called online matchmaking.  It's easier finding a needle in a haystack, than to find a good man around here.

That is all for now...

 

 

What's For Lunch Today?

I'm sitting here drinking a cup of coffee and enjoying a Hostess Zinger. Man these buggers got smaller since I was a kid.  Yes, I realize I'm older and bigger(ahem...taller) but these are literally the size of a Hot Wheels semi, maybe a wee bit bigger.

I bought these for my kids' lunches. I pack them some pretty good lunches too if I may say so myself. I may skimp on name brands when it comes to clothing or shoes or paper towels, but when it comes to my kids' lunches I want to make sure they eat what I pack so I will cave and buy the name brand lunch meats and peanut butter and jellies to make sure they eat what I pack for them.

I can't believe though how expensive lunch meat is.  For the cheap off-brand lunch meat, usually ham or turkey it's $5.49 a pound; the "good stuff" costs anywhere between $8.99 to $9.99 a pound.  Yeah, ten bucks for about 20 slices of one pound of a dead pig.  

That's insane. 

But that one pound makes four days worth of lunches for three kids and myself.   Then there is the peanut butter...it's about six bucks for one tub of crushed and creamed peanuts.  Choosy mothers choose Jif, and so do dirt poor mothers who want their kids to eat everything they pack for them in their lunch boxes. 

I also put Gogurts that I stick in the freezer for them in there, along with some Jello Pudding Cups, some variety of a snack size potato chip bag(i.e. Doritos, Sun Chips, Cheetos, or Cool Ranch Doritos), a fruit or vegetable(Strawberries, Grapes or Baby Carrots) with ranch dressing on the side, and a cupcake, Zinger, or other sugar-laden confection to appease their palettes.  

I also throw in a bottled water and a juice box to wash it all down.

Now some moms would argue that what I pack isn't "healthy" enough. Or it's loaded with too much processed junk food.  To that I say, "Well, if you would love to pay my grocery bill, I'll stick in some organic vegetables, soy milk or almond milk and some organic muffins to help their hunger go away."

It's expensive to eat healthy.  And in my opinion, fruit snacks and puddings and chips aren't that awful for kids their age. I ate them when I was younger and you didn't have to roll me down to my desk in grade school. 

I was an active kid. I played in that virtual world of long ago called, "OUTSIDE", and it allowed all the calories I consumed to dissipate(not so easy for me these days however).  And I didn't have any cavities, nor did I ever have any ADHD or any of that crap that supposedly comes from kids who eat too much "junk". 

I remember field trip days.

I loved when mom packed up lunches for field trip days.  My little paper bag looked like it was just about ready to burst.  She had packed us so much stuff in there that even other kids around me wanted to swap lunches.  I had a sandwich, chips, candy bars, cookies or a snack cake from the infamous Little Debbie, and a Soda.

YEP! THAT'S RIGHT....A SODA!! A soda loaded with caffeine and sugar.

Still never lost a tooth.  

Or got fat. 


Because I went OUTSIDE!

I ran around. I did things that didn't involve sitting in front of a TV screen and being a couch potato. 

I had an incident at my daughter's school a couple of years ago, when I had packed her a lunch with a Gogurt, PBJ sandwich, juice box and chips. The first thing my daughter did was open her lunch box and attempt(unsuccessfully I might add) to eat her Gogurt. The lunchroom Nazi,  cafeteria monitor told her to put it back in her lunch box and eat her sandwich.  Needless to say she came home that evening, and when I went to clean out her lunch box for the next day's lunch, I found a warm and flimsy Gogurt still in there.

She explained what happened and let's just say, those Gogurts aren't cheap. And I was NOT a happy camper. I called the school the next day and talked with the principal. I told her that I pack my kids lunches and they can eat their lunch in whatever order they so choose. I chose what goes in those boxes and if they want to eat the snack cakes only, that is their choice, NOT the school Nazi's choice.  

She was very understanding and assured me that she would handle the problem.  Needless to say, the Cafeteria Nazi is long gone and lunches are a lot smoother running these days.  

It's a lunch for crying out loud, not breakfast, not dinner....lunch.  It's like having a picnic in the park only indoors versus outdoors.  I pack fun picnic items, not boring tofu-laden, organic whatever you call it type of lunches with a soy milk to wash it all down.  If you don't like what is in my kids' lunches, don't watch them eat it then.

Also, to all these people hell-bent on kids eating healthy, instead of concentrating on telling parents what to feed their kids because of our children's supposed "obesity problem", how about telling the kids to get off their lazy, technologically addicted asses and go swing a bat (at a ball that is, not at another kid), or kick a ball, or jog a little, or take poor Scruffy your neglected dog for a walk.  

Kids only emulate what they see their parents doing.  So if you're glued to your Ipad, or Kindle or cell phone, I can guarantee you're partially to blame for their weight as well.  Unless your kid has some type of medical condition(thyroid, diabetes, etc...) you need to kick them off the couch and get them moving.  And even if they do have a medical condition, a little bit of low-impact exercise will do them good.  Not only is it good for muscle development, but  it's also good for their lungs and heart.

Gets the blood pumping...ya know?





I guess I'm just getting tired of people telling me what to do when it comes to my kids, especially where lunches are concerned.  If I want your advice, I'll ask for it.