The morning was going well. Jesse and I were out the door at 7:35. We didn't get stopped by a train. The U of M students (who seem to have grown brains over the summer) didn't get in our way. Jesse jumped out of my car, and I was on my way to work. 10 minutes later I remembered that I hadn't given Jesse his medicine. So I turned around, went back home, got a pill and a bottle of water, drove back to campus, parked the car and jogged into Campus School right at 8. I opened the door to his classroom just as they were getting started. "Can I borrow Jesse for a minute?" I asked his teacher. Then I confessed that I'd forgotten to give him his medication. "I thought he seemed awfully wiggly this morning," his teacher said. So I gave Jesse his medicine and was off to work again.

This is the second time I've forgotten to give Jesse his medicine this year. I forgot a grand total of once last year. Last Thursday I didn't realize that I'd forgotten until about 12:30 in the afternoon. There was nothing I could do at that point. So this morning I made myself a note that I've attached to my car's dashboard that says "MEDICINE." It's my last line of defense in my war against sending my kid to school unprepared to learn. I'm hoping that even if I do forget his medicine, I'll at least be reminded of it before I get out of the driveway.

The oldest person in the world died yesterday, making a 116-year-old Memphis woman the world's oldest living person. I credit the barbecue to her longevity.

A colleague arrived at work this morning and came straight over to my desk and started bawling. She'd taken her baby to daycare for the first time this morning and was a wreck. Man, I remember those days. I just let her cry and gave her tissues and patted her back. That's reason #35 why I don't want to have another baby. That first time you leave your baby with strangers for eight hours is one of the worst moments of a mother's life. Your whole body is screaming "this is just WRONG!" No thank you; I do not want to do that again. But it does get better, and I told her that her little girl would be OK.