A blur

The rest of VBS was pretty much a blur.

Day 3 was "United Kingdom" day and one girl said I looked like the Duchess Kate. I said thank you, because I really was her. They gasped and said "nnnooooo!!!" So I immediately corrected them and said: "Actually, she's my sister!" And they gasped even louder and their eyes popped out a little. Ah, so gullible.

Day 4 was frustrating because two kids had a meltdown/temper tantrum/unresponsive sulking/pouting session that drove me mad. All over a seat. I learned that I have zero discipline tactics. Note: before I sign up for another VBS, I will get a degree in child psychology and read all of Jo Frost's Supernanny books.

When I came home that day, I laid down and woke up an hour later.

Day 5: sore throat. I thought maybe it was a cold, but I think it was the "I have to yell over 10 kids' noise levels" and "I have to yell because they want us to be excited with the kids (really, we got an email)" and "I have to yell because they want us to learn 7 songs this week and sing them LOUD!"

Sore throat might have also been related to being woken up by the intruder alarm... for the THIRD TIME SINCE MONDAY (last week it happened only once at 3 am). When it went off during the night from Day 4 to 5, I rolled over, elbowed Matt and said "Can you believe this?? I'm going to kill someone." (Note: I didn't.) I stormed out of our place, in my pink pjs, my hair everywhere, angry face in place. I fobbed the door, spun around to storm back to our apartment and there was a boy just standing outside of his dorm room, looking at me. I don't think he was the culprit, but I still glared at him. Poor guy.