Registration done

I just got Joseph registered for school. He told me that he is going to have so many friends. I like how he thinks. He so politely raised his hand to answer when the other kids were shouting out answers. He was asked to be a kid leader. I was one proud mama! Mary was upset that she wasn't getting and cool stuff. But, her best friend was there, so she got to sit with her. And then the girl who gave her the skirt was also there registering. It is over. Looks like he will be a PM student, cause I was told that it was the least popular choice and I had no preference, she actually even said, "oh! I love you." I guess other moms are pretty opinionated.

It was, how you say, unpleasant

In a reverie, only, I visited a place which, in my mind I could use a visitors pass and leave at will, but as I lived it, I was allowed no such luxury. It felt like Alcatrez. There was no way out, it could only be endured, so it was then, but in my revisiting I ducked out the point where others started telling me about myself. If you ever experience it, you will understand how unpleasant it was. I bet being shot would be less painful because though probably more intense, it was quick.

Ok, now is when I am going to explain what happened. Post premature emergency c-section (the first time) I was recovering and trying to make sense out of what was going on. I was in a hospital room, not sure where or why, but I was enjoying some cranberry hello. I did not know much, but I knew that it felt nice to eat, until... My husband entered and took it from me, but I honestly did not even know who he was. He acted familiar though and called me by my name and I liked that, too. He said, "You really hate Jello, Melissa. What were you doing?"

Now, that I can think and eat solid food whenever I want, I still wonder if I like Jello or was just overly hungry. All I learned from that was that I do not like to be told a thing. I prefer to have a good reason, and sometimes, I prefer to do something that intellectually seems odd, but has a reason that I cannot deny.