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Saturday, January 22, 2005
drama queen, awana games, leftovers, and absolutely no title creativity
C's latest Drama Queen moment, on learning that she must take a bath even though she has a cut on her hand: "I wish my whole life was just a dream!" (emphasis in original).
The big event for today was Awana Games. This is an activity where Awana kids (Awana, for those of you joining us late, is a Bible club for kids, wherein they get together and memorize Bible verses and listen to stories and play these club-specific sort of outdoor games involving bean bags and bowling pins and a few other oddments) from various churches get together and play all their games against each other. There's also, for the middle/older-elementary kids, of which LT is one, a "quizzing" segment where the kids sit there looking all serious and use little paddles with letters to answer multiple-choice questions, and then there's a free-response round where they buzz in like on "Jeopardy!". Last year, LT was a total basket case for this entire day (and he wasn't even doing the quizzing); it was not terribly long after his Tourette's had first manifested itself, and he was in a particularly anxious, crowd-phobic period, and the gym full of stomping, yelling people and all the strangeness and the fact that his awful, bad mother had left him with his aunt and a group of near-strangers because she had to run to the bathroom when we first arrived sent him into a ticcing, melting-down tailspin. He came out of it a bit when T told him a joke about Luke Skywalker wetting himself when he had to fight Darth Vader, and by the end of the event he was doing relatively OK, although he swore he never wanted to do anything in a high-school gym again. That was last year, though; this year he had a fine time, and didn't even really tic more than normal, which is a good sign for his stress level. And he even placed second with his team in both quizzing and games. Meanwhile C spent the day distracting her cousins, who are in Sparkies (that's the Awana division for K-2) with her, and then asking EVERY THIRTY FREAKING SECONDS if LT was almost done, once her part was over. While I ate half a bag of pretzels (I accidentally bought unsalted ones so nobody else wanted them) and wished I'd brought the seat cushion I made in Girl Scouts in the fourth grade. I'd forgotten how hard seats are in school gyms.
Do you know what I did today? I finally threw out the Christmas leftovers. Not that we'd been EATING them since about New Year's Eve. I just hadn't gotten around to cleaning out the fridge yet. Now you will never ever come over to my house. Sorry.
