I'm Blue, Air Force Blue, As Blue As I Can Be . . . .

For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, the reference is from a 50's song, Navy Blue, by Diane Renay. I'm in a moderately blue kind of mood but I'm trying to be lighthearted. Right now as I type Ben's come over and tried to put the ear buds of my ipod on his ears. He knows music is supposed to come out of it, but I have it on pause. He's got my old ipod, which is now mostly his, and I've filled it with "his" music. It's so cute. But still, he'd rather have mine. Rob is still in Mississippi and I'm still holding down the fort. The end is in sight now, and hopefully the AF doesn't get any bright ideas about making him stay longer than May 15th, which they've been known to try to do. The kids are out of school this week and we'll be making the trek to NC later this week. 8 hours in the car with a broken DVD player and 3 kids won't be no picnic, that's fer sure. Sorry for the temporary lapse in spelling and grammar (slaps self). I've been trying to keep sane and the weeks only just started. Ben is still in pull ups this week because I think trying to keep him in underwear the entire week by myself just might do me in, and we certainly wouldn't want that. He's gone to use the bathroom several times by himself in the past few days, which is certainly a promising sign. I think he had a little gluten last night because there was a rather large bite taken out of one of the bagels. Good thing about Ben, he doesn't know when he's being obvious. I also saw him going into the kitchen and running out of it giggling, and of course, he had found the shredded cheddar and was grabbing small handfuls of it. He finds dietary infractions so funny. Alas, I do not. He woke up at 3:30 am last night and NEVER WENT BACK TO SLEEP. Mom did, however. He stayed upstairs in his room and by the time he came downstairs, it was 6 am and I had given up and started a pot of coffee. I drink the Half Caff these days because excessive caffeine does nothing to enhance my already winning personality. Still, I'm sure I could use more sleep. Maybe I'll start going to bed at 8, when the kids do, and that way I'll be prepared for these kind of mornings.