I read a post about adoption being not God's first choice for a child. It got me fired up. I commented. I started a post. I decided that I should wait until next week to post it. Believe it or not, I try not to offend on this here blog. I think I need to look at the post with fresh eyes before I hit 'publish.' Still . . .
K- is currently begging me to take the paint off of her thumb. She is very tired tonight and being a pill. The paint will remain.
She hurt my feelings today. Perhaps it is because I stared at a sign for 3 1/2 hours before I got to her, painting away to try to get it done. There is a field trip tomorrow and K- told me that she asked her teacher about not going with me. (She wants to go with her teacher because Mrs. H- is super cool and I know this.) When I asked K- why, she said, "Because sometimes you can be a little bossy." "Yes, well, I'm the mom. That's my job." Still, ouch. She also said that Mrs. H- is having kids go with chaperones other than their parents. Huh? I'm thinking she may have misunderstood. Mrs. H- knows that she loves me. I just feel like the delivery truck will be backing up to drop my "Mother of the Year" award off anytime now. Oh joy.
Right now she is crying and crying and perhaps blowing snot rockets from her nose.
Calgon take me away.