Monday sucks. Bad day at work. It's cold out. I feel like poo.
But it's play group night. Every Monday night I go for two hours to a shelter for homeless women & children and play.
Yep - play.
Rolling on the floor, crayons, running in the yard, getting grubby, choochooo trains, the peanut butter song, juice and crackers kind of playing.
It's through a great organization, Horizons for Homeless Children, and now matter how totally sh*tty and awful my day has been, it all disappears when one of the kids says "c'mon let's play" or "sing me a song".
No one ever wants to hear me sing, except for these kids.
And at the end of the day it makes me take everything with a major chunk of salt.
We need more people to come and play. Sometimes I go on Wednesday's as well because we're short of people.
And we need a new playground out the back. Right now it's a dusty, dirty mess with lots of weird metal climbing-ish thingys that the kids just fall off. Plus all the boys want to play football or soccer and those dumb things just get in the way.
Anyone out there know anyone with a magic wand? Or a sack full of money?
But yeah so now I am home, covered in baby snot, peanut butter, dust, and a little crayon. And thinking, we need more volunteers.
It is fun. Dooooooooo it. You know you want tooooooooo..........