Playgroup

So we went to playgroup this morning. It was . . . interesting.

When you've got 12 little kids running around it's bound to be a bit chaotic, but this morning was just plain hard. Guy was clingy, then running around, then crying, then running away, then whining, then wanting to go outside. What happened? He's usually so good.

We split into two groups, younger kids and older kids, last week. It went really well, and I taught the younger group. This week? Guy wouldn't have anything to do with the younger kids (probably because I promised Addi would be there and she wasn't).

So after 10 minutes of chasing, crying, consoling, and bedlam I convinced Guy to join the older kids' group. He was good for about ten minutes, then was off again. *hangs head* I'm tired. It was frustrating.

Hopefully next week will go better. I want him to be comfortable enough and well-behaved that I could leave him there without me when the baby comes, but today was a struggle.

Oh, and did I mention that Sienna threw up, meaning Tyrus went a little crazy? So then I was trying to keep Tyrus from pulling the fire alarm, and then consoling him that his mother was indeed coming back, and trying not to gag from the smell of vomit in the hallway.

So now? I'm going to watch America's Next Top Model online and finish Jackie and Shauna's Christmas presents.