I so wish I could make it better. Just snap my fingers (or cross my arms, nod my head and blink! Anyone else remember I Dream of Jeanie?!) and destroy depression forever. It's a horrible disease.
Allie arrived at 7:00 this morning. Have I mentioned that I'm not a morning person? It's one thing to wake up early and sit quietly at the kitchen table sipping a cup of hot tea, but waking up early to hang out with a 3 year old?! Needless to say, I'm typing this while trying to keep my eyes open.
We had breakfast, colored in our coloring books, watched Dora...
Danced to some 80's Psalty the Singing Songbook ablums...
Played with bubbles, ate lunch, read books... and now she's asleep in our room. Whew!
About the time I was putting her down, Beth came home from job class. It's a class she goes to every week because she's unemployed. Going on three years now. As soon as they (the vocation service) find her a job, she won't have to go to job class anymore!
She has a questionnaire from bowling that we needed to fill out. They ask the kids all about themselves, favorite holiday, favorite pet, if you were the president of the U.S. what would you do? If you had all the money in the world, how would you spend it? That sort of thing. Then each week they write about one bowler in their newsletter. They get their picture taken, it's really a big thing and the kids love it. The president question? Beth wrote, 'I'd help people find a job.'