I joked with a friend the other day that since I've tried to become more consistent with blogging again, I've discovered a veritable WELL of things I'm annoyed with. It turns out that subconsciously, all these years, I've been saving up my complaining. Who knew I had it in me?
Cough.
Anyway, our Easter eggs are found. My child only ruined Easter for one sweet old lady this year when she announced that 'Mummy is the Easter bunny!'. I'm so sorry, ma'am. We had a guest for Easter supper this year for the first time ever. Eating supper at the pastor's house does not hold the prestige it used to in times past. And it shouldn't, because I'm a passable to good cook depending on the dish but with a few exceptions (mostly other people's recipes) it's nothing to write home about. Plus we have an ancient cat, and a lot of people seem to not like cats. And I guess Jesus still wants me to love those people but it's iffy.
The 6yo (soon to be the 7yo) won a free week at a local Christian camp, which sort of solved the dithering I was doing about whether she should go at all this year. I hesitate to discuss this because I know many good, wonderful, lovely people who really LIKE having their kids go away from them to things like camp. But I don't. And I never want to make anyone feel badly about their decisions just like I don't want anyone to make me feel badly about mine. But this year the 9yo is mature enough that I feel okay about him attending a day camp near our house without me, and I was waffling about the soon to be 7yo. And then she goes and wins this contest so okay then. She can go. The 4yo and I will hang out at home and try not to miss them.
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