I was pretty sure that I was going to get up today and go on a 7-mile run and then do some other awesome stuff and catch up on a bunch of things that I am months behind on doing and then I was going to figure out all of my Christmas shopping and then write a super funny post here.
But then I woke up sick, sent everyone to school, crawled back into bed, and slept until it was almost time to get my kids off their buses.
I’m pretty sure I have a man cold.*
So, instead of all that stuff in the first paragraph, here is a link to my newest column over at the Wheaton Patch:
We got Sam an iPod for his birthday last month and he is busy filling it up with crappy pop music, which is breaking my heart. I wrote about it over at White Knuckle Parenting this week.
* Men don’t** like it when you call their colds “man colds.”
** Alex doesn’t