Random Things Going through the Brain

We have spent a few quiet days here at home. Yesterday, I took down the xmas tree, and just hung out with Cassidy. She dressed herself yesterday, a skirt and a blouse combo, not bad, but definately looked as if she needed some fashoin coordination. She ran around the house in the footwear of her choice,,nothing. For some reason, out of all three of my children, she cannot stand to have even socks on her feet for long periods. You know the stage that babies go through? Where they pulll off anything you put on their feet? She never stopped. Her photos of the first birthday are of her in a poofy dress, with naked feet! Some things you just don't argue about! Like the time she wore the lime green fleece hat from July to August, with her shorts, tank tops and all. So, she was wearing odd headgear. I didn't argue, because, well, she eventually stopped wearing the hat in the summer. Last month, she wore a crown to the supermarket and announced in the cereal aisle, " You can call me, Queen Cassidy." So for the remainder of the shopping trip that is how I reffered to her. I think I got a few more stares than normal, but whatever. There are some things that you just don't waste your energy and breath arguing about. It wasn't worth the screaming and yelling and crying on the way and through the supermarket. That is where we are at, not arguing about what is or isn't proper, whatever is, is. I mean, I still don't tolerate rudeness or meanness, those things are worth the fight. I won't tolerate no homework, or failing grades. I won't tolerate disrespectful behavior, by my children or their friends, while they are here. My kids know that. So, it just doesn't happen.
It is hard to raise morally responsible kids when you know that their friends aren't being raised like that..........thank GOD our kids hang, for the most part with kids that are being raised pretty much the same as we are raising ours. Their best friends are virtually the same as they are, good, kids in a weird world. I know that when my kids go to their best friends' homes they are following basically the same rules as they are expected to follow here. When Billy and Tyler's Mom, Dodi tells them to do something, it is like me telling them to do something. Dodi and I have that in common. We call each others' boys our 4th and 5th children. We each have three. It is nice to know that the kids are safe down the street and that we can laugh and tell stories about our kids to each other.
Anyway, those are my ramblings for this morning.................................Scott has chemo today, the kids go back to school, Cassidy goes to my sister's! OH MY!