Tonight I feel like the toy room looks...
Down in the dumps
(well it is downstairs and kind of a dump right now...)
Just all around blah
I put in all the time and effort to get to church on time, early even! And was completely thwarted from hearing even a tenth of the messages by a combination of a huge influx of teenagers who came to a missionary farewell, an insanely tired toddler, a four year old with a bladder the size of a pea, and a wicked headache that really wanted to be a migraine. I would have seriously considered throwing in the towel and going straight to bed after the first meeting if I didn't have to teach 6 four year olds who were tired of holding still and being quiet by the time I got them. (Really, who could pass up that kind of fun?) Add to all that my husband got to leave early, to bring our son home to puke his guts up...
But I am not really complaining, because given the choice I would and will do it all again. And to be entirely truthful I would take any number of four year olds over a vomiting child any day of the week, and twice on Sundays!