Jimmy has just started potty-training, so...

Kegan and I aren't in nursery today. Which is a relief. Sometimes I really enjoy nursery. Mostly I just enjoy it if no one is having a meltdown. Runny noses, little feet climbing onto my lap and moving my skirt up around mid-thigh, spilled paper cups of water, Goldfish crumbs ground into the carpet, chubby hands that sock another kid in the face, the rank smell of wet (or otherwise) diapers--all of it is a-okay with me if nobody's screaming.

But lately there's been a least one child screaming every single week. And if one kid gets going, others usually follow suit. It's like a choir from you-know-where.

They stand there on their porky little legs, snot pouring down their chin, getting all red around the eyebrows, looking at me like I'm the devil incarnate--but they still want me pick them up and hold them. It's a funky world in nursery.

But today--ah today--I get to go to Sunday School and Relief Society. Boo-yah.