The Good with the Bad: Always a Roller Coaster

I can always tell what kind of day my girls have had when I first lay eyes on them in the pick up line at school. 

If I see them laughing and racing each other to my car, it's been a great day.

If they are walking slowly and looking down, I need to brace myself or just be silent and let them talk when they feel like it.

Yesterday, Olivia kind of moped to the car.  I gave her some time before she finally blurted out that it was a horrible, terrible day.

Through tears, she told me she got embarrassed in her classroom during Math.  All the kids laughed at her and it hurt her feelings to the point she couldn't recover from it the rest of the day.  She has lunch right after Math and Emma always comes by to check on her and hug her in the lunchroom.  She said it made her sad to see Emma and she just wanted to come home.

Nice.

The girls were telling me all this just before walking into piano lessons, where they later came out laughing and happy.

Okay, then.  We're all good again.

We went home, had dinner and then went to church.  Church on Wednesday nights is always fun for the girls, so they came out skipping and happy.

Back at home .... packing lunches and getting ready for bed.  Emma suddenly realizes she left her Bible homework at school.  I can see the panic on her face, so we spent a few minutes talking her through it, telling her it's all going to be fine.

Okay, back on track.  Let's get ready for bed.

Just before bed, Emma goes to feed Hershey (the guinea pig).  That's when we hear screaming!

Uh oh.  I knew immediately what that was about.  Not good. (Pic taken in November).

Hershey was barely breathing and it wasn't long before he was gone.

Oh, the crying and screaming. It was a looooong, sad night :(  I felt so bad for my girls.

This morning, Olivia wasn't feeling well.  I'm not sure what that's about, but it could have something to do with Math.  But, instead of fighting it, we let her stay home.  Eric took Emma out for breakfast to try to cheer her up. Bless her heart, she left here with swollen eyes and on the verge of tears.

However, I do believe we're all going to be fine.  Today is a new day and Olivia, who is lying on her sick bed (aka: sofa) watching Prince of Egypt just started yelling in her best fire-and-brimstone-preacher-voice, "Mama! Get in here!! Tell me WHO created you??"

"Ummm ... God."

I look at the TV to see the movie is at the part where Moses is talking to the burning bush. 

Olivia is standing on the sofa at this point and seemingly preaching "That's right! That's the God right there that made you! NOW GET IN HERE AND LET ME HERE YOU TESTIFY!!"

So, apparently, everything is in proper perspective.  We're having a little church this morning, while pretending to be sick.

Good times.