Sunday, February 28, 2010
I'm not sure I dare admit it, but Saturday was a pretty dreadful day.
It shouldn't have been, but I didn't run in the morning, and lately, the run is essential for a happy mommy.
And then the dog was disgusting and made me super angry. It's wrong to be super angry at a 14 year old dog, but sometimes it just happens. Especially when she...
Well, you don't need to know what she did, but it was not something I wanted to clean up.
The kids were good, though, and their last lesson before Federation went well (even Josh's went well. He has pulled another Kerri and procrastinated preparation until JUST BEFORE THE PERFORMANCE, but he and I have spent some quality time at the keyboard, and it's possible he may play fairly well on Saturday. Possible. We'll see.)
But at 11:00 pm (while David was taking Keith L. to the airport after the concert) (which I missed, even though it was the Cliburn silver medalist playing Rach 3) (because I didn't want to ask Josh to babysit yet again), I decided to make naan for my Primary class. I was teaching the 4 year olds that "Jesus once was a little child" and the lesson suggested having the children try some food that Jesus might have eaten.
And while it's not likely Jesus had flatbread made from white flour, I thought it would be worth trying.
And it was good. But not as good as Sarka's flatbread, as Josh pointed out this morning. I already knew that. I've got to find out how she does it.