Today has not been a wonderful day.
I had a better post in progress but Husband & I had...well...issues & I've dumped it (don't ask).
Because of the afore mentioned "issues" I was not happy most of the morning.
I was also very tired. Being upset does that to me.
I went to the kids' Veterans Day Assembly. It was good. #1 Son spent the entire program with his hands shoved in his pockets instead of joining in with everyone else doing the motions...but it was still good. Complete with a prayer. Yes, in a public school.
I took the kids to church so I could clean out the cabinet in the preschool Sunday School class room. I'm teaching Children's Church this month & the cabinet was a disaster. Cleaning it out is something I feel I need to do (no one else ever does it) but it always upsets me. There are lots of supplies going to waste because no one can find them & it always looks like someone has let the preschoolers play in the cabinet. I tossed out almost an entire trash can of half colored papers & torn dittos. #1 Son was very helpful. He put together the 7 or 8 puzzles dumped out in the bottom of the cabinet while BabyGirl & B.B. kept an eye on Bitsy. They were all thrilled to be at the church when no one else was there. "Mommy, why are we sneaking in?!" I explained that I have a key, but they still didn't trust me. I think they thought I came by the key unethically.
After that I packed up the kids & headed to Busha's so we could tell her Happy Birthday. It's tomorrow, but we were already dressed & out. She was very happy to get the "cards" they made and the cross book marks they scratched while waiting for me at church. B.B. informed her, "On your birf-day you get toys, Gramma."
I said, "Wow! Does this mean you're going to give Grandma some of your toys for her birthday?"
"Uh, no. I like my toys."
"Well, how's she going to get toys then?"
"Her can just get hers own toys."
Busha said, "That's OK, B.B. I had to sing Happy Birthday to myself once when I was little. I guess I can buy my own toys." When you have a big family & no money to speak of, birthdays aren't that big of a deal. But she always got out of school on her birthday. Wise move being born on November 11th.
We borrowed some movies from J, came home, took baths, watched Tinkerbell & now they're going to bed... but not without a struggle. I think I'll follow shortly.