Yesterday kindergarten social studies was an introduction to individual rights.
My husband is still cringing from the rant from me that literally nothing listed to the 5 and 6 year old set is an actual right.
Adventures in chicken keeping. 
Over the last two months our Wyandottes started laying. Cute little brown eggs, about 1 ounce apiece. The Orpingtons struggled, they are the same age. I increased the protein and started giving them duck egg shells every day. Now we also have cute little pink eggs too. About the same size. We are getting 3 to 5 a day, which is just enough for me to give away a dozen, about every other week.
It appears we have 5 roosters, some of them will have to be food. Boss is safe from that fate because he is little, polite with the ladies, and takes good care of his flock.
Recently there was some stress behavior and after consideration, I determined it might be stress, so I added some fun stuff for them. Peace has been attained. 
The hardest part is getting my husband to make additions to the coop and yard.
My husband is experiencing a change of work schedule soon. 
It is a little wild, this change comes for the most predictable of reasons.
For backstory; he is a veteran soldier and has been a mechanic for a trucking company nearly 20 years. In 2021 he became a shop manager, in the official sense. An opening as second shift manager opened up and he applied though he expected not to get it. He has no college and no ASE certification, but he does have extensive experience and every certification available through his company. This position was supposed to be administrative which would take him out of the mechanics office and put him permanently into the office. The official training never happened but he rolled with the punches and learned his job anyway. Since 2021 they have experienced trouble keeping qualified mechanics and started hiring anyone with even the most minimal mechanic experience and on the job training them. The trainer hired by the company quit because training people who can't read and/or don't speak English is too hard. As a result my husband became the trainer and stepped back into being a mechanic part-time because they need more mechanics. He has done his job, plus parts desk, plus service writer, plus his bosses job, plus mechanic; smoothly and without complaint. About a year ago the main management quit, just tired of the company's bullshit, and my husband applied for the job even though one of the requirements was a Bachelor's in business, which of course he does not have.
Still his experience and management ability made him a contender. He lost out to a nepo hire who had a history of position hopping and no mechanics experience. Waiting for that guy to move states and get ready to work he covered the empty position for several months.
Fast forward to now. Nepo hire has not been worth his sauce. He can't keep up and worse, he spends 2 to 4 hours a day away from work and then brings his kids to work in the afternoon. His shift has more mechanics and gets less done than my husband's.
My husband's numbers are stellar. They are changing company model to fit the example shown by how he does things in his shop, which is leading to the elimination of positions which were previously considered essential but apparently are not, like parts desk. His schedule change is a babysitting job. They want him to fix first shift and monitor the guy whose job he was unqualified for.
It is going to be weird but I think it will be alright. It means my mornings can run a little faster and we will be able to start school an hour earlier but he will unfortunately spend less time with the grandkid, which is sad. He will also be home earlier in the evening which screws with my evening schedule a lot but it is what it is.
Experimentation time. This week I ran out of mayo, so I decided to try making my own.
This is not the first time, it is a continuation of something I started a while ago.
The first attempt used avocado oil because I have it but don't use it. I didn't like the flavor, it could be because the oil was old but I decided next time I would try something else. What i really want is something sustainable, with little to no flavor.
This time I used butter. The down side of butter being that refrigerating it makes it hard as a rock.
This one came out as a whipped butter spread. I like it but I won't likely do it again.
The search continues.
Rough start to the day.
I am not perfect. I fucked a thing up yesterday. It got fixed but it still hurts.
I hate making mistakes, I always have.
Moving on; got through breakfast, logged on to school account to check webmails and there was a news letter from the school counselor. Glancing through it, I see heavy focus on kindness; gross.
I focus on dignity, not kindness. Kindness implies permissiveness and a commitment to declining self-preservation. Dignity means; I respect you but you are wrong. I still love you but you fucked up.
I refuse to teach kindness when I can instead teach integrity.
So yeah, we won't be doing that.
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