Whew. Friday Lloyd and I got sandwiches from Subway, I drank a beer with it and slumped on the sofa, unconscious within minutes. It was a bad combination for the old acid reflux, but I slept for twelve hours and recovered the energy that those VBSers stole from my soul.
They were fine, and some days were better than others, in the way that having the flu is better than having pneumonia. Some of my own tired me out, but there were bright spots of funny throughout:
One of my guys talking about Jesus and the ‘funder’ during the storm. Another girl talking about the disciplemen, said so fast it reminded me of X-men.
A little boy on the playground sitting on the gravel, picking up two handfuls of rocks and rubbing them on his face like a Noxema commercial.
While holding onto a couple of mine that were in a little bit of trouble, the lead teacher came out of the boys bathroom shaking her head saying, “One of them is trying to use the urinal and it’s too high.” With trepidation I asked, “Is it one of mine?” She nodded. SO, the next day I stood in the bathroom with them to forbid use of the urinal while explaining to each and every one of them what it was called, what it is for, and that yes, when they are older, they will get to use it.
By the way, they kept telling me about the dead bug in the urinal. I told them it was just a sticker, but in my mind I thought, ‘If that’s for aiming, it’s pretty high, isn’t it?’ What do I know.
I guess it wasn’t that funny, but at least it’s over.