Like any other kid I'm now spending countless hours outside with Kirk and Scotty. Bill is outside, too, toddling around because he's only three, but no one could keep him inside. Maria and Wendy are inside probably playing school. (Insert eye roll.)
But Kirk, Scotty and I are across from our houses in the lot building a big ol' ditch. We are deep in the dirt and then comes the devastating news. The horrible, gut-wrenching news. The "woe is me", "what am I gonna do", "maybe I can hitch hike away from here" news.
It's Music and Arts week at church. Which means I will be spending a week at church doing arts and crafts, learning songs, dances and listening to adults talk and talk and talk until we get to the finale, which is a concert.
Now this Big Idea isn't a new one, however, it will still be -- to keep us on track -- Big Idea #11. This Music and Arts weeks is actually the second one. The theme was "Down By The Creek Bank".
I don't remember most of the songs -- which is odd for me. Because I sing all the time and can catalogue my life through song. But for some reason, I couldn't hum a single measure of anything save for one.
I loved the tune because Wendy loved it so much. And she was so cute when she sang it. It was called, "Germs, My Invisible Dog". She loved animals. And she was so sweet to our own dog, Misty.
But that was the only redeeming moment during this week.
Oh! And ANOTHER thing.....
My mom cut off my hair.
She had three daughters and didn't have time to do all that washing and drying and combing and braiding. Honestly, I wasn't too bothered by it because I hated sitting through all that. However, looking back on the pictures now, I cringe.
Thankfully, this being "down by the creek bank" mess was only a week long. Once it was done, I was free to get back to digging the ditch with Kirk and Scotty.
Until, we had to go to the "Armpit of the South" for two weeks and get swimming lessons. Which I'd already done at least twice.
Why do Moms always have to be planning something?
Here they are.
The "Big Idea" ladies. They don't look scary, do they?
In all seriousness, they are the ladies that raised me, my siblings, their own children and a whole slew of others.
They are something.