Guilty as Charged

This morning was the last day of Sunday School at my church. I am trading one volunteer job in for another — out goes the Sunday School teacher, in comes the VBS director. As I was making copies in the school office (our church also has a parochial day school) the touch screen was not working. I needed copies of the VBS flier and wanted to copy it back-to-back with the VBS registration form. I wanted to give it to the Sunday School students on our last day. Which was today.
Did you get all that?
tap tap tap…the setting for two sided copies just wasn’t showing up.
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Still no luck.
“Let me try,” the Sunday School Superintendent told me. 
She pressed the touch screen, and the setting came up. “Just press harder.”
I still needed to set the copier to copy one sided pages into a two-sided page. 
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I still can’t get the touch screen to work.
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*PRESS*
*CRACK*
“SHIT!”
“Did you just say what I thought you said?”
“I just broke the copier.” 
When I pressed down, the plastic covering the touch screen cracked. 
Not just one crack, but a million cracks.
I was able to make single sided copies, and had to run to my class. I felt so guilty. I had to duck into the bathroom to get it together, and then I still couldn’t stop the tears from coming. I wrote a note for the principal and the school secretary, and then I emailed them.
Earlier this evening, I heard back from the principal. They have been having the same problem with the touch screen. This is a loaner, because the school’s original copier is in the shop, having the touch screen repaired. No problem.
Big sigh of relief!
(stupid technology)
(I still feel bad.)
Help me feel better…what’s something you feel guilty about?
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Movers and Shakers

Lily is one of the most stubborn kids I know. She will insist that her way is the right way; that she is right when it is obvious she is not. For example, she will ask me where one of her prized stuffed animals is. She has a little stuffed husky that her grandpa bought her in Alaska, named “Cute”. Cute will disappear, and Lily will ask me to help her find Cute. Lily tells me Cute is in the bedroom; I find Cute in the living room. “NO!” Lily will yell, “CUTE IS NOT IN THE LIVING ROOM! SHE IS IN MY BEDROOM!!”

Oh, Lily.

Her stubbornness, however, has earned a new name–persistence.

Please permit me to brag a little about my daughters.

One day this spring, Lily decided that it was time to buy new shoes with laces. I took her to Target, and we found a cute pair of shoes. I expected to be tying her shoes for her all summer.

She learned how to tie her shoes that same day.

Last weekend, she told Ed to remove the training wheels from her bike, because she was ready to learn how to ride a two-wheeler. With Ed running behind her, she learned how to ride that bike in four days. Her lanky legs look banged up from the intense bike riding she’s been doing.

Emmy is not going to be left behind. While Lily was learning how to ride her bike, Emmy learned how to pedal.

Don’t worry, Aunty M., Lily wears a helmet when she is riding her bike!

One proud Mommy,
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