I've always said the transition months are the hardest for me. Swinging back into school after a relaxed pace two week break doesn't seem like it's been hard, but then I've been fighting off a migraine each day this week. Kevin is trying to work from home two days a week, which is another transition. Also, there are things to work on, questions to answer, like it is tacky to bring my iPod and speakers to a memorial? I mean, it's not like I want to rock out, desperate to hijack the memorial with my own music, like a certain relative of mine who tried to shove a bunch of paperback novels into the coffin of another relative against the wishes of the family. (To give the deceased something to read, of course.) We need music for the memorial and I've got a solid play list of...five songs. That's another thing I need to work on, appropriate play list expansion or I could flip the thing on randomizer and let the iTunes Genius dj the event.Then there are my roommates, who seem to expect me to make dinner for them each night. Last night as I put a bowl of Minestrone soup in front of him, Rocket said, "BLECH! Soup AGAIN?" I pointed out that we haven't had soup since early November. "Yeah, again," he said, technically correct. That same kid is demanding to watch the BBC News because they show scenes from war. "Oh! Look at this!" he exclaimed as a tank rolled across the screen once. This shouldn't surprise me, the over protective mom who pauses the commercial breaks during Sunday football so we can skip through them a minute or two later when the game is back on. I explained to him that the commercials were violent and inappropriate. "I like the violent!" he shouted before snuggling up with his lovies and sippy cup. Football is violent enough, babycakes.