Montessori School

I am a thinker.  I think..and ponder..and stew..all.day.long.  You have a problem?  Tell me and I will think about it for you.

That being said you would assume I would have already figured out how I ended up in the lucrative industry in which I am enslaved.  Ok. Not enslaved.  I really do love what I do.  I love that I can literally roll out of bed and end up at work without looking in the mirror ONCE.  I love that I don't have to talk to anyone at work if I don't wanna..ha!  Jealous yet?  Well I also frequently have poo on my neck or worse...my hair!

It was Chuck, surprisingly, who "enlightened" me.

I remember telling him about how I used to help feed baby calves with my babysitter when I was little.  He asked me what Malinda was doing while I was feeding and I told him that she was attending Montessori school.  His reply was "Ohhhhhh".    Light-bulb-just-came-on kinda "oh"'s.

Now every time I tell him about some less-than glamorous aspect of my daily routine I get a "you shoulda gone to Montessori school then you coulda been a doctor like your sister". 

Thanks mom and dad.

Maybe I'm not book-smart OK?  Maybe I'm just street-smart.  Kinda like like being not real smart but imaginary smart.  Because we all know how much there is to learn on the mean-streets of Greenback.

Malinda recently received a HUGE award and I of course told Chuck about it (bragged is more accurate).   I bet you will neva guess what he said..."Well if your parents had only loved you enough to send you to Montessori school then maybe you could receive an award"...DOT DOT DOT.

Needless to say our kids WILL attend Montessori school if he has anything to say about it. 

I see nothing wrong with the way I grew up.  I mean I ROCKED a jean skirt and carried my blankey and woh-woh(toy dog) while carrying calf bottles.  A BORN multi-tasker if you ask me.