It occurred to me, as I was working through this week's busy schedule, that certain very important things had suddenly been relegated to the "may not get to" portion of the "to-do" list.  Shockingly, I realized eating and sleeping were no longer high priorities.  They had become far-off luxuries.  Like dreaming of becoming a pro-basketball player, or buying ski chalet in the Swiss Alps.   They were those far-flung hopes that are nearly un-obtainable.  And sadly, now...

I stopped in to the supermarket today to grab some milk - and realized it wouldn't hurt to grab some apples. (since it's the only fruit my kids will eat!)  So in the middle of the produce section, I began my very meticulous search for just-the-right apples.  They couldn't be too red, too green, too brown, or too spotted.  They also couldn't have any strange markings on them, or look misshapen.  I wasn't just looking out for bruising - I was seeking out the ultimate in apple superiority!  These apples couldn't have any kind of disfigurement, or else my kids still wouldn't touch them (even though, as previously stated, that's the only fruit they'll eat!)  So as this process wore on - it suddenly dawned on me - my kids had TRAINED me!  I was spending what little precious time I had, meticulously singling out impossibly perfect apples.  Whuuut?  And it got me thinking - what else I'd been trained...

Yup! Once again, I found myself running around trying to find an item for my kid's class presentation - that I'd just been told about 20 minutes before school!  In this case, he needed a little toy train as a prop.  Apparently, it was a book report for "Freedom Train".  As I frantically dashed around the house, it dawned on me...

Maybe I should be writing a book called "Crap That Makes Dad Mad"!  These chicken nuggets were left in the back seat during a recent heat wave.  I found them when I climbed back in the car in the morning. (yes, it smelled like the back kitchen of a KFC!)  Seriously!!?  I was so mad I actually took a picture.  Then, I haven't had time - so its taken me weeks to post.  But now that i'm posting it - I'm still mad!  Maybe the book should be called "Where My Garbage Cans at?!  Holla!" Seriously, this isn't the first time.  It just backs up a theme you may have noticed...