According to health and welfare's website, examples of allowed foods include but are not limited to: baked goods that do not require refridgeration, fruit jams and jellies, honey, fruit pies, breads, cakes that do not require refridgeration, pastries and coomies that do not require refridgeration, candies and confections that do not require refridgeration, dried fruits, dry herbs, seasonings and mixtures, cereals, and trail mixes and granolas.

I will have to call them. I'd never trust bread to be edible that didn't mold at room temperature after a week or so, so I'll need to figure out what they mean by 'do not require refridgeration'. My experience is that unwashed eggs stay good at room temp longer than bread, but no one said regulations were supposed to make sense!

Oh, and I got a number for a counseling center that specializes in families with a parent with PTSD from the guy who runs the Veterans Building that hosts the home school co-op.

Construction is chugging along. Mudder has been here all weekend doing his thing. But the new county mandated and approved septic is creating mud, when ground everywhere else is frozen solid. Seems wrong to me, but the contractor thinks that's normal. The old septic never showed any presence on the surface.
Symphony and children's choir concerts went well. Just Nutcracker to go.
I didn't volunteer for something associated with kids' activities. I'm proud of myself.
Husband has not said word one to me about the passwords. The kids have complained that Daddy doesn't have the passwords. Tough. 
Eldest volunteered for decorating a table for a party, then informed me he needed the computer to make his decorations. "Well, you're grounded until the 31st, so you'll have to do something else.'  He's grumbled a bit. I reminded him to make his decorations over the weekend and left it at that.
Eldest and Second missed an event Saturday that they hadn't told me about but probably would have missed anyway due to being unable to be in multiple locations at one time. On the one hand, they're only fourteen and twelve and how can I expect them to remember stuff? On the other, I had a job (teaching, public school after school music program) and was taking university courses at fourteen (Astronomy, Zoology), so surely they can remember stuff? So when it comes up, as it inevitably will, why didn't I track their activity for them, that's my reason. I could figure out lesson plans and take exams and give tests at fourteen, he can remember a party!
Last week of crazy Christmas performance season. Made a big pot of chili last night that we'll have again tonight. (The adults who whine about eating the same dinner two days in a row aren't volunteering to cook.)
I went through a stash of fabric a friend gifted me when cleaning out her sewing room and found the perfect Christmas gift for Mom. (Easily $1000+ of fabric, plus patterns, buttons . . .) Just need to cut it out and whip it together. Won't take more than a couple hours max.
Monkey One: keep upbeat. Went pretty well. Doesn't come naturally. Continuing.
Monkey Two: enforce kids bedtimes as much as possible around shows.
Monkey Three: get myself to bed by ten or as soon as possible post-rehersals/performances.

I was running into the hardware store after Church to pick up some more paint. (Tip: teens get half as much square footage as the can says.) Dressed from the service, and I do dress for Church.
Gentleman with his wife/sister/female same age companion right beside him says 'It's so nice to see a lady all dressed well.  I don't see much of that these days.' Both of them were in jeans and flannels. I thanked him and went about my business, thinking that if the woman he was with was his wife he was in the doghouse for sure!

@Scarlet I will go upstairs and read next time. Thanks!

Sounds like a dog I had as a teen for a short time (right down to opening doors and gates). His saving grace was that he was a Guide Dog in training, and went off to be a successful Guide. A dog like that needs a job. It sucks when you say good bye, and I hope your dog finds an appropriate job.