So Keri Lynn came home yesterday and I asked her about her Algebra class and the fallout from the cheating. As it turns out, people complained about the noise level coming from that class on Friday, so much so that the PRINCIPAL came to give them all a talk. After that, the teacher passed out the graded quizzes, remarking about how everyone seemed to have done better with this go around. No clue. No idea of the drama that went on. Sigh.
The washer repair guy came at 10:30 and was here for maybe 20 minutes. Is the washing machine repaired? OF COURSE NOT! Why should it be repaired? It needs a new engine that, of course, needs to be ordered. Does it matter that the error message suggested a problem with the engine? Nope. Would the repairman have a engine in his handy truck? Nope. Will it take at least two days, but more likely a week, to get this engine? Yep. Am a ready to go cry in a corner? Yep.
So, I'm feeling a little sorry for myself right now. My muscles ache from hauling around laundry to the neighbor's all day Labor Day, and now I'm going to need to do that some more. I really really really would like a car now. I'm missing it. And I missed Bible study today. There is no one to watch the kids. Because of legalities, the church would need to fund a separate room and two childcare workers. Essentially it's up to me to figure out how to get a babysitter -- I'm going to start asking around the neighborhood for anyone who might like to swap babysitting since paying for someone is out of the question right now. I don't think we're going to make it to Wednesday night stuff tonight either because the car we've been borrowing is probably going to be unavailable. This is actually going to end up relieving two of the school kids who are swamped with homework.
I need a nap.
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