I Need a Good, Stiff Drink

Today was a Dr. Pepper church day.

The kind of day where the first thing you do when you walk in the door and sit down with an ice cold Dr. Pepper because as a Mormon, it's the stiffest drink you're allowed to have.

When my Grandma moved out to Ruby Valley and was trying to start the Primary program out there, she sent all the kids home and had herself a bloody mary.

I know how she felt.

Thanks to Husband, The Caffeine Police, I can't even have a full-fledged Dr. Pepper.  Husband says I have to drink caffeine-free Dr. Pepper so I don't hurt The Lentil.

I spent an hour-and-a-forty-five minutes today physically wrestling children.  The three-year-olds don't know I mean business when I tell them to sit in their seats.

So they roll around on the floor.  And look at me defiantly when I tell them to sit down.  I grab them and put them in their seats.

I'm nice the first time.  Not so much the second or third times.

It makes me so tired.  And really sick.

Today I had to take a kid out and talk to him.  I was really, really angry by then. 

I was trying to convince him that his chair was a good place to be when I almost started to cry.  He's a red-headed, blue-eyed, transparent-white-skinned, chubby-cheeked baby.  All I could think was, "Good grief, this is what my baby's going to look like."

I hugged him and told him I loved him.  He hugged me back and said he was sorry for being bad.

It was almost more than my heart could take.