This morning I was sitting at the computer sipping my coffee. I realized I'd had two cups of coffee and no food, and my body didn't like that. So I got up to fix some breakfast. I decided to eat a banana with nutella spread down one side, which is delicious!
As I prepared my yummy Nutella-Banana, I started thinking a song. I wasn't singing out loud, but my mind was singing.
To the tune of the Alvin and the Chipmunks song, "Christmas, Christmas Time is Here..."
"Nutella, Nutella, you are yum!
On my banana, or on my thumb ..."
It was at that time that I had a serious revelation. I might be ... just a little bit ... strange. I'm not sure how many people compose songs to their breakfast. Maybe more than I think; in which case, I wouldn't be as strange as I fear I might be.
This is what homeschooling 8 children will do to you if you're not careful. I think the cure is something like dinner out with your husband. Yeah. I'm sure that is the cure.
Waiting for my cure,