My son had been home from school yesterday with a questionable illness. He was too sick to go to school, but well enough to go outside to play basketball in 20 degree weather. However, last night he did have a low grade fever again...darn it. This morning, no fever but the school has a policy that your child should be fever free for 24 hours before returning to school. So, I kept him home this morning, he seemed fine. I gave him a choice...you either come with me and hang out while I get my hair cut and colored this afternoon or return to school at lunchtime. He chose school. So why can't I just keep my mouth shut? Not sure... Thankfully the Headmaster of our wonderful little private school set in a wonderful little town quite similar to Mayberry was at a conference today. I walked into school and dropped him off and should have just left, but did I? No! I waited for the sweetest teacher to come over and I explained I had given my son the choice of going with me to get my hair done or going to school and he chose school. She asked me if it had been 24 hours since he had a fever and I said, "Almost". What an idiot I am! So my daughter and I headed out to get our hair done...and maybe take care of that mustache this particular son thinks I'm growing.

Earlier today, I dropped my oldest son off at school. Same place I was just describing above. The Headmaster's birthday is Friday and he was out today, so a staff member was asking parents to sign a card for him and for some reason I decided to place a "XXOOXXO" with my signature.

So, I'm calling myself the Midlife Mocha Mama. Can't believe I'm actually midlife. Isn't that what other people are? Isn't midlife older than 41? Maybe I'm still pre-midlife. I'm a Mama as I'm a mother of 3. Two boys ages 10 and 9 and a daughter who will be 4 next week. I'm a Mocha Mama as I have a coffee addiction. Never had a coffee addiction until my 3rd child. Never really craved coffee...I had an occasional latte...but not a habit. When my daughter was a baby I pulled through a drive through local coffee stand and asked if they had something similar to a Starbucks frapaccino. That got me hooked. Now I'm a grande non-fat iced mocha or sometimes a iced grande non-fat vanilla latte. I've developed relationships with my coffee friends. Today it was about 13 degrees so I was a grande non-fat vanilla latte. It's such a social thing for me. Problem is I'm married to a wonderful man with no bad habits, no vices. When asked about any possible bad habits the best thing he could come up with was that his "anti-aging" vitamins were a little pricey. So as you may be able to tell, I have a little problem here. I need to operate in a cash only system with my coffee girls. (Coffee girls said with the utmost respect...they are wonderful women and small business owners.)