I haven’t uploaded the pictures from the birthday party yet, so that story will have to wait.

Yesterday, I picked Kalyn up from school and I noticed she was a little more quiet than normal.  We drove home and she refused to get out of the van.  I asked what is wrong.  She began to tear up. 

I was thinking, “Oh my!  What is going on!” so I asked her why she was so upset.  She began to tell me, in the most tearfully sad voice, how she had done a worksheet at school and when her teacher graded it, she got one question wrong. 

She was absolutely beside herself!  I explained that people don’t always get all the answers right.  She said that she has never gotten a question wrong and she doesn’t understand why this happened. 

I finally  got her out of the van, but she lay down prostrate on the sidewalk and refused to move—just sobbing.  I called Heath and he told her what I did.  He asked what question she got wrong.  Apparently, she was looking at pictures and had to identify what the objects were.  She incorrectly labeled a bucket a drum.  As she told this to her Daddy, she said, “I just wasn’t thinking!  I don’t know why I did that!”  She detailed out several times the obvious difference between a bucket and a drum. 

How messed up is that!  Heath blames himself for being a perfectionist (actually, blame isn’t the right word—he is amused).  I blame myself because of my neurotic tendencies.

Any advice?

This morning, Bubbie got ear tubes put in.  He did so well!  He woke up almost happy, but has been very sleepy all day.  It’s for the best.

I felt like I was getting a sinus infection when we left the hospital, so this afternoon, I went to the doctor.  Sure enough.  So I got meds, a flu shot, and a steroid shot to kick start the anti-biotic.  I’m going to North Carolina this weekend, and the thought of flying with an infection was terrifying.  Hopefully we can nip this thing in the bud.  But now it is 8:55 pm.  I’ve been away since very, very early this morning.  I can’t sleep because my arm and tushie hurt from the shots.  I’m just waiting for the pain meds to kick in.  I’m tired!

That being said, having Bryan here is working out great—and the girls are finally adjusting, I think.  Keali even drew a nice picture of Bryan at school.  Yesterday, she gave him all of her school drawings “to remember” her by.  Bryan didn’t know if he should take this as a hint or not.  For now, he is here and I am thrilled he is.  He is really good with the kids and with me being so much older than him, it is nice for us to re-kindle our sibling relationship.