First, it was the eggs and hash browns that curdled in my stomach. I was hoping it was merely food poisoning. Then, came that terrible feeling that comes after one has been hit by a truck. But, alas, there was no truck, and it wasn't food poisoning. Days later, I'm on the BRAT diet. For those who live a kid-deprived life, it stands for bananas, rice, applesauce and toast.

The child who previously hated kindergarten was suddenly in a big hurry to get to school on Monday after a weekend of being ignored by the parental units.