A new semester started.  Bright faces, every morning, expecting me to help them learn about stuff.  Requires some time, that does.  Now, last semester I was teaching introductory stuff (I actually send in a monkey to do that).  This semester, all upper-level stuff that requires some real thought before I walk through the door.
On the home front... a snow day for all three children and at my college today.  No gym for me, no progress on my work, and no adult interactions.  I had three kids at home today: an overtired two-year-old, a constipated four-year-old, and a bored seven-year-old. 
It was an inauspicious start anyway...  I rolled over in bed at 5:30 and (apparently) caused a stinkbug to cut loose on my side of the bed and all over our sheets.  I ripped my shirt off and fled to J's side of the bed (he was already up... morning guy).  I never quite either got back to sleep or woke up after that horrendous experience.
When I imagine time with my kids, I always imagine moments like our first 20 seconds out in the new snow today... before T started moaning that "not like that snow", before B started saying "I'm cold, I need to go in, I still NEED to sled", before Z needed to pee.  After 20 minutes of suiting up, we sledded and made snowballs for 25 minutes before we needed to go inside.  AARGH.
I understand that when the kids fledge, I will remember only the best.  That is adaptive, right?
 
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I think it works like you only remembering the really good bits from college. You forget all the horrible bits about not fitting in, or worrying about hilariously inconsequential things...
Ok. I had to go look up what a Stink Bug was. That you had one in your bed. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.
I agree with Jonathan - much much later, over drinks, you'll have a good laugh over the "I remember when"s. (Like I remember when I took the fall for eating all the whipped cream out of the can. Only 25 years later did my siblings fess-up to enjoying servings them selves prior to my confession that got me into some deep deep trouble with my father! Hilarious now.)
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