Time Goes By

I missed the entire month of February. There have been things I want to write about, but most of it is just day-to-day. School, work, church, trying to keep up with the house and the laundry, etc. There isn't a lot that's special about these days. I feel pretty crummy that I didn't even do anything for Benji's birthday. I said that he wouldn't care, Allen wouldn't care, and the only one who cares about a party is me. So I thought we would do fun stuff and spoil him and go swimming . . . nope, nope and nope. We were sick (as per usual this time of year), Benji was having some serious attitude that weekend, and giving him cake would have only reinforced the bad behaviour. And I don't have a swimming suit that fits me right now. I'm such a slacker.

And now March is halfway over. I'm watching "The Fugitive" (my only St. Patrick's Day tradition) and doing laundry. I should be in bed, since I need to work 12 hours tomorrow. I'm back to the 11am-11pm shifts, which aren't too hard in-and-of themselves, but when I have three-in-a-row, it's brutal. I really should be sleeping.

I have been teaching the 6-7 year old kids in Primary, and it has been, well, interesting. They are funny and talkative and smart and exhausting. I had a co-teacher for a couple of weeks, but she asked to be released. So I have been on my own. They finally found some brethren who agreed to teach, but they don't put men and women who aren't married into the same class. So I will be going into Nursery: hanging with the 18-month to 3-year-olds. It will be fine; I just feel like it will be even more isolating for me at church. I was put into Primary about 3 weeks after we moved in, so pretty much the only adults I know are the teachers and leaders there. And now I'll be babysitting for two hours every week. I should be happier about it, but I'm sure I'll be comparing what these toddlers can do that my Benji can't. That's always a little depressing.

Aren't you glad you're still reading my blog? I used to be so good at writing. Not so much anymore. Another reason why I'm mother of the year.

Anyway, there's a super-quick update for me and my little life. I'll try to write something more meaningful soon.

"What is this, a trenchcoat convention?"