I woke up at 4:13 today - Hubby tells me he is having a hard time sleeping next to me while I'm awake and has threatened to keep me up past 9:30 tonight. We'll see who wins this contest. I'm thinking I will.
We got up and dressed for church, and made it mostly on time again. During Sunday school time, I found my friends Brie and Brandee, the ward Young Women president and Laurel adviser respectively, sitting in the chapel, and sat to chat with them for a while. We talked about one of my Beehives who has a bad habit of monopolizing class time with her talking and interrupting, and Brie mentioned a trick she uses in her school classroom: she holds an object out for the class to see and tells them that whoever is holding it gets to talk. So while she's talking, she holds it, and when she wants feedback, she lets one of the kids hold it. Brie visited my class last week and agrees this girl needs some training in social skills. I said I would try her suggestion.
Before our Young Women meeting, I was caught in the hall by Brother Lor... of the stake high council. He let me know that he hadn't heard anything about me going to Girls Camp this summer and he was worried I would be upset if I wasn't asked to go, but said he was reminding everyone that it isn't a calling and we shouldn't assume we would be asked back. I told him that was fine, I would go back if they wanted me but wouldn't be offended if they didn't. I just want to know either way, so I can plan my summer.
In Beehive class, Brie's idea WORKED. Part of the success came from the girl already being upset from finding out ten minutes earlier that Girls Camp falls on the same week as her old ward's annual beach trip. Sad, but she was much quieter. Once the lesson got going, I used my sparkly beaded bracelet as our talk permission, and it was really hard, but by the end of class she was waiting to respond until I called on her and I was remembering to follow up each question with, "Raise your hand if you have a comment". I hate having such a formal class setting but she needs to learn, and our class is a good place, I guess.
After church I talked to Ann about my talk with Brother Lor... and she confessed she may have "messed up my chances" of going this year by begging off going herself. Her Dallin is planning to leave on his mission that month and she will not only lose her babysitter, but will be getting him ready to go. So it sounds like I probably won't be invited if they were planning on keeping Ann and me together. Oh well. :)
When I finally made it out to the car, the kids were there waiting. They were giggling and directed me to look at a nearby tree next to the church sidewalk. Some brilliant soul had taken blue sidewalk chalk and drawn a picture of male genitalia on the tree. I went into the church and grabbed cleaner and a scrub brush from the closet, and cleaned it off. No idiotic artwork like that deserves viewing. As we were driving away, we noticed another HUGE phallus drawn on the asphalt, more graphic than the one on the tree. I dropped the kids at home, had Roz grab our brooms and drove with her back to the church. We got a pan of water and dipped the brooms in it and basically mopped the graffiti on the parking lot. It made a difference but the image wasn't totally eradicated - the rain should take care of it.
Came home and lay down, watched TV, ended up taking a nap. Hubby took Bella to her YCL meeting and I later took Rosalind to Chloe Ha...'s baptism. They're in the same Primary class. Unbeknownst to Roz, the Primary chorister planned for a Primary chorus to sing during "intermission", and when it was time, Roz stood up with the three other little girls who came and tried to sing, but she didn't know the song. It embarrassed her and she ended up hiding her face in her little hands. Poor baby. She sat down next to me and I snuggled her and she shed a few quiet tears. The Primary president came over and cheered her up, and then the chorister, then Rozzie's Primary teachers... It was sweet. On the way home I told her about the time that same thing happened to me, except I was singing a solo in Sacrament meeting.
Came home, ate dinner and mint chocolate chip ice cream with chocolate syrup, watched TV in bed.