Sometimes I have dreams that take me back to high school.  I am once again a student in the hallways of Mountain Crest High School.  This particular dream had to do with kids that thought they were neat and cool and those that weren't.  Much like high school.  Now, here's the thing about it.  I loved high school.  I had a good time with not to many bad memories.  My junior and senior year?  Awesome!  I felt the need to get involved, go to games, and have fun.  I only wish now looking back that I had paid better attention in class.  I really think that had I buckled down and given more effort I could have been a really great student.  I was just average as it turns out.  To bad because I'd like to  see how far I could have come had I applied myself better.  I don't have so fond of memories of 9th and 10th grade really.  And middle school?  I wouldn't repeat the 7th grade for a million dollars.  Kids are mean, girls in general.  You spend more time trying to figure out who's your friend and who's not, and why is she mad at me.  Nope!  I would not repeat middle school.

That being said my Natalie gets a note form a girl in her class.  Nat is in the 3rd grade.  The note is written on the cutout of a cat.  It says,"Dear Natalie, I wish you would leave me alone and leave me alone now.  Livia is my friend and their is nothing you can do to tear us apart.  Stop telling your brother to tell on us.  Sincerely Sophia."  And then on the back it says 'p.s. don't cry.'  My response is this.   "Dear Sophia, How'd you like a knuckle sandwich across that hurtful mouth of yours!"  Are girls starting to be mean earlier?  We are in 3rd grade people!  I thought I'd have more time to prep myself for mean girls.  7th grade?  Yep we can talk about it then.  3rd grade?  She is just my little girl.  I volunteer every other Friday in Nat's classroom to help the kids read.  What I'd really like to do is go over to Sophia and say ' Do you know who I am?  That's right Natalie's mom.  I saw the letter you wrote.  Uncool mean girl, so uncool.'  I have a feeling that we'll be dealing with her type in the future.  It was Dallin who told the recess aids that the girls were being mean to Nat!  HA!  My sweet little Dal Pal.  Good boy sticking up for your sis. 

Physical therapy hurt yesterday.  I am hurting now and wondering what  good can come out of not running again.  I have exercises to do at home, but the motivation is not there.  It's because I can see the housework that needs to get done instead.  Find a balance, just find a good balance.  This post is boring but I want to talk about childhoods and how mine was awesome.  And that will take a little time.  And I need to go get Dal off the bus and put pants back on.  Don't judge, pants are annoying when you're hurt.