Heroics & Histeronics
This morning, I decided to "deep clean" our room (mine and my kids’). This pretty much consists of sweeping and mopping up under the bed and dusting off our desk and various knickknacks. While still recovering from a dust provoked allergy attack, my kids bound in and call me, with frantic tones, because a bird had flown into their classroom (my children are home schooled) and the little bird was stuck between the two glass partitions of their classroom window. My daughter was on the verge of tears already!
So I bravely rescued the tiny fellow and released him into the air, not before shooting a pic or two, all the while the kids merrily cheered me on as if I was their hero. Feeling good about myself, and having done another good deed, I sat at one of our computers and downloaded off my digital camera, the photos we had snapped of the little bird.
After lunch I came upstairs and to my utter dismay, I found the LCD screen of my camera broken! It was just fine this morning and I was very upset at this occurrence! I despise losing money (especially since we don’t have that much to begin with, being missionaries). Yet I imagine there must be something to learn from this, and I know and have experienced that something good will always come after a difficulty, but I can’t seem to see anything just yet.
On top of all this, my weekly tennis game fell through as my pal Ivan came down with the flu and couldn’t make it to the game. I had been looking forward to this game because he beat me bad last time we played. But it was good that this kept me home because I got to spend some extra time with my kids. We threw our mattresses on the floor for a cool bedtime story and slumber party. There’s something with changing the location of where they sleep that the kids just love.