I was studying in the hallway of a building on campus of UA, and I was lying down on a bench. It was early in the morning, and so there weren't very many people around, so I didn't feel uncomfortable with lying like that. A few people would sauter through the hall, some talking on their phones, some going to the bathroom, some just pushing through to get to their classes. So I was just part of the wall for most. But then someone, who was walking through the hallway, not facing me, said, "How you doin'?" I had no idea he was addressing me, until he walked into my view, and I looked up, and saw he was looking at me intently as he walked away. And I realized that I'd just been hit upon. Hooray. . . I didn't know my butt was THAT nice, but thanks for informing me.
I work at a home-based daycare, and deal with very interesting situations, to say the least. This week, I took a dead hamster and put it in a shoebox for my boss, so that she could take it to the petstore and get a new one. I dealt with three different ideas of how to deal with the kids--my boss's, and two other ladies that I work with. I changed more than my share of poopy diapers. Today we put down one of the two year old girls for a nap, and she didn't quit screaming for half an hour, and we had to tell her sternly that she was waking up everyone else several times. Lunch was fish sticks and green beans. But I had a Fiber bar, a Nutrigrain bar, and an orange. Good deal. The four-month old that we watch didn't take a nap this morning. We couldn't figure out why, and I just entertained him for a good while. Then when I left to take my boss's son to preschool, (which his finger got squashed in the door handle on the the way out of the car, and was crying when he went into preschool) the other lady that was working with me changed his diaper, and said that he had a REALLY bad poop--that it was in his onesy and got all over him when she took it off of him. I was glad that I missed it. I'm not too amazing with poop. Earlier in the week, she had me hose down a picnic table for the kids to sit at outside. I unloaded the dishwasher this morning. And when we were all in the playroom, I was sitting in the rocking chair, and one after another, soon I had four little girls sitting on my lap, and curious as to why I was reading a Nuevo Testamento. (I'm working my Spanish, and my bible time together.)
It rained gross today. I'm really jealous of those who get to enjoy the amazing weather of Honduras, while I get to stay in Ohio, and write papers, study for exams, and change diapers. But I am content. My time will come. But today, my dad and I went running, regardless of the rain, and we did two miles, probably the fastest we've done it together. We aren't fast runners, and we tend to want to quit early indiviually, but when we run together, we accomplish and extend to distances, and slightly, speeds which we couldn't do by ourselves. Thus why it is going to be difficult for me to run next week, because my dad will be in SD, doing some pastoral work at his former high school, and some churches in the area. I'm actually driving him to the airport tomorrow morning, at 5:00 in the morning.
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