Got the phone call last night. She's in the hospital right now but no baby yet. I feel like I'm ready for a hospital bed myself as they really tried me out today. After lunch we did Goldilocks and the Three Bears as a play five times so that everyone could get a turn at the parts and then ate oatmeal/porridge which they said tasted yucky.
Walking down the long hallways are a chore as arms are flailing everywhere and kids are getting knocked down and hit in the face with jackets and pack backs. Are the crazies aware of what they are doing? No. Do they care that the kid behind them suffered a blow to the stomach or the eye? No. How long am I signed up to do this?
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