Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Sweepstakes, Part Deux and a Baby

For some reason, Queen Bee thinks she is "entitled" to win just about any prize that is given away.

Last night, we had the crazy Upward awards night ceremony. It is the night when the kids all get together in one large area and screech their ever-loving heads off, and get away with it. It is the night when they give away some pretty good prizes (although, last year's program was MUCH better than this year's, I thought).

They gave away 4 day passes (read: sorry ... no staying overnight) to Kalahari, a waterpark/hotel in Sandusky, OH. They also had quite a few bowling passes, which I would have loved, CD players, and then the Nintendo DS.

Queen has a Gameboy. Loves it. But apparently she WANTED this DS. So much so that when she was picked up by her father and walked back to me, she was .... CRYING!

I have NO patience for crying for NO reason at all. I have NO patience for a child who should know better than to stand in the middle of a large room full of her peers and CRY over something she didn't even have in the first place. So on the way home, that 8 1/2 year old child got an earful from me .... about how there were people in this town who at that very moment were checking into the City Mission because they have no place else to go. That there were people in this town who were at the hospital, getting ready to say goodbye to a loved one. That there were people in this town who were struggling financially to make ends meet, to get food om the table.

NO patience for this at ALL! When I told my mother of her behavior, her inital reaction was "oh ... poor thing. She was crying (not her words)" which then switched to "that child is too old for that! (her words)"

On a lighter note, my niece came over with her son yesterday afternoon and hung out for an hour and a half. I got my baby fix in, got him to smile at me a few times, put him to sleep, burped him ... all that good baby stuff. And then I could send him home. It was a wonderful feeling.

Choir tonight ... oh the joy of spending an hour with three to six year olds, trying to get them ready for a production on tax day in church.

And then dreaded adult choir. And therein lies another story ... for another post.

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4 Comments:

Anonymous Robin said...

Matt said it was quite a show, sorry to have missed it...
I know, no patience, me either girlfriend,
You and I? We are parenting twins.
I will see you tonight!
Look pretty, I will be taking your picture again!
:)

7:49 AM  
Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

LOL! Ok ... I will make sure that I put on my best tye dye tshirt.

8:24 AM  
Anonymous Robin said...

Are there any other shirts? You would not be Meredith without that tie dye..and birks please...:)

8:39 AM  
Anonymous Jacque said...

Hey! Yeah I stayed home with Justin last night but I heard my big mug made the cut and appeared on screen. yuck.

the crying for no reason...ugh!!! Jon pitched a big fit the other day too about something. I swear I think Justin is more mature sometimes!!!

Have fun at choir. Make sure you do the anti fragrance. Maybe that's what they'll do have one of those spray down stations as you go in practice.

8:44 AM  

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