I am beat!

Well today was a busy day. It started out by having to wake poor Kenna out of bed (hence the picture) so we could hurry and get ready to leave for M.O.P.S at 8:30am. (Mother of Preschoolers). They had a big Mother's appreciation tea. They had all sorts of food, tea and coffee there this morning and they had a couple women get up and speak about their lives and hardships and how God helped them through the storm. One girl then played "The Voice of Truth" by Casting Crowns....I love that song. It made me cry.....which it has done before. They had two different sets of people sing some songs for us and we watched a short video which was really cool....about how when we are in the storm and the rain is beating down...we wish we could get home, and wonder why we were even out in the rain to begin with? Why did our Father "allow" us to get stuck in the rain? It pointed out that our Father always gets us home, dry and safe....and that when we look back, we wouldn't trade the storms of life for anything. They are always an opportunity for growth. The video did a much better job of explaining the point....but that is the jist. I met several ladies and they meet two more times next month before they break for the summer. Anyway....before all that....we first arrived at the church and I took Kenna out of the car seat and suddenly realized why she had been so quite in the back of the car all the way into town!!! She had pooped....and not just pooped, but pooped out the back of her diaper, up her back, and all over her shirt and pants! What a way to start the morning, right??!! I think Satan was trying to get me in a bad mood. Luckily I had a change of clothes and was able to semi-fix the situation. After the brunch, Kenna and I had to get to Lunch Bunch, which I had organized. It was at Suite 49, which is located next to the Ralph Engelsted Hockey Arena. Lunch was good...I had a mushroom/havarti buffalo burger. I fed Kenna before I ate....and as I was sitting there...I thought I would let her lick the pickle I had on my plate. She was liking it....go figure, and then she pulled back and was making a horrible face. I thought she was just grimacing because of the sourness.....not so. Before I knew it, she was projectile throwing up onto the floor. I looking down and there was a piece of pickle in with all the milk she had drank. NICE mom!! I let her get a piece of pickle off and she choked on it!!!!! I was so embarrased and felt like a heal. I am sure everyone thought I was a dork for letting her do it in the 1st place (which I was) Oh well....I hope I have lived and learned! Then after lunch...I thought about going out for more errands....but decided after the way the day had been going, I better just go home. I was beat and the day wasn't even half over!!!