So with my husband starting his new job, I'm the one to take the car now. I've noticed he's rather hard in breaking and starting at red lights and I've also noticed that our gas mileage hasn't been so great (we own a Honda CRV). Soooo...after reading about this hypermiling thing I'm giving it a try. Three days with Chicago stop and go traffic and I've barely used half a tank (usually by this time I'm panicking that we won't make it till the end of the week). I've realized, though, that I forgot to put the little trip mileage thing-a-ma-doo to zero so I can't check to see what kind of gas mileage we got this week. This is on my to do list for the next time I get gas.

OK. So my brother was able to sit for little man tate today who was banned from school for 24 hours (remember, had to pick him up from school yesterday). He was feeling fine other than a little cold--I don't believe he really even had a fever yesterday. This is mommy intuition here, ya know? He was right as rain after a nap yesterday. Brother originally had plans to meet an old friend for lunch. I said, take the little man with you. Well, brother did and ended up taking little man over to our parents' house to take nap. Had to drive out to the burbs to pick up little man because brother had keys to our apartment. THEN had to immediately drive back into the city for a sports' banquet (I coached basketball). Brother had only put on only a t-shirt for the little man--neglected to put on long sleeved shirt and sweatshirt as I had left out that morning. (he had on sweatpants, socks, shoes, coat...wasn't like totally naked or anything) I had no choice but to take little man to the banquet in the t-shirt as being coach, had to be on time. Got home, husband is totally pissed off about brother taking little man out in only a t-shirt (except he had winter coat over it while he was outside--he's not that insane). My brother has no kids, has little experience with kids, so I'm just glad all is well, ya know?

Sorry, I just needed to vent here. Oh, and banquet was miserable as son somehow found it an opportune time to show NO manners at the dinner table. I know, he's four, but oh my gosh! I was sitting next to our school network's superintendent! Yikes! In any event, I'm still alive at least. And little man tate is sleeping. And hopefully, hubby will get over it.