I made Adam oatmeal this morning. It smelled SO good. I love the maple and brown sugar flavor. I put some milk on it to cool it down- he doesn't like thing too hot. I noticed somethng smelled off, but couldn't place it. Was it my nose? Am I hormonal? Definitely not pregnant. So, I give it too him, he starts to eat. Then the light bulb goes off in my head- is it the milk? I smell the carton- hmmmmmm, not too bad. I take a sip. OOOOOOOMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGG. It's on the verge of bad! **spit** GAG* GAG* GAG* spit**. I almost retched.
Adam got one spoonful in his mouth- hopefully not too much. I made him a new bowl and he was fine. But I cannot get the nasty taste- or the memory of it- out of my mouth. BLECH!!!!!!!!!!!!
So that's the sour milk part. Here is the sour grapes part. We enrolled Jason in the local Catholic school. Technically it is in the next county over, but it's closer than ours. So we're switching parishes. But, too make a a long story short, we will have to pay non-parishoner tuition for THREE YEARS. Holy cash cow! That's going to be tough. But we both want it, and believe it is very important to have Jason there.
((SIGH)). Guess I'm going to have to work more.