I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one who thought that. Let's hope that tonight things go a little smoother.
Yesterday I rushed after work and made it home with C by 5:30. We immediately jumped into the bath tub, then I got ready while she splashed around some more. I had planned to heat up a frozen dinner and fix some mashed potatoes for supper, but I realized I'd never have time for that. So I fixed C a PB&J sandwich and I ate a few handfuls of chips (healthy, I know!), and then we were out the door. We got there at exactly 6:30 and were pretty much the last ones to arrive. Everyone else was already in the fellowship hall eating supper! No one had told me that food would be provided. I figured they'd have snacks, but not a meal. C of course wasn't hungry so I ate her bowl of chicken and rice.
At least now I know that the rest of the week I don't have to rush to fix supper. As long as C gets a good meal, I will feel fine. Me and DH will just wing it for ourselves this week.
After everyone ate, we headed to the church for the real start to VBS. It was extremely loud! We sang some songs, recited the Pledge of Allegiance to the American flag, the Christian flag, and the Bible, then there was a short puppet act, which no one could hear because the kids were so loud. C was pretty overwhelmed and didn't know what to think for a while. This was the point where I discovered I had been designated a teacher of C's class, the toddlers. Luckily, the other teacher actually knew about her role beforehand and was somewhat prepared!
|It was so crazy in there that all the kids were running around and being wild. This is my child. Who knows why she was doing that! lol|
DH texted me while we were doing our craft time and said that he and our dog, Roscoe, had been struck by lightening!! I of course freaked out until I got him on the phone and was assured that they were both okay. He told me later that the lightening didn't actually strike him or Roscoe, but something nearby and they felt it. It knocked the power out to our house, though it came right back on. DH said he was putting out the last pile of hay for the horses and had the pitchfork in his hand when it hit. He said he couldn't let go of the pitchfork and poor Roscoe didn't know what to think! When it was over, Roscoe ran to the house and it took DH a while to calm him down. DH felt bad the rest of the night, and this morning he said his arms felt weak. I was just grateful that he was okay!!
Exciting start to VBS week, huh? I pray that the rest of the week is uneventful!!