The Full Moon Bites!!

So, yesterday, a girlfriend of mine mentioned that her child had received a red card (green: good; yellow: okay; red: BAD) at school on Tuesday, but that the teacher mentioned that all the students seemed to be getting red cards that day, and that it probably had something to do with the full moon.

I sweetly explained to her that the whole "Full Moon Theory" was just a myth, and that I don't believe in that... until last night, when I found myself with egg on my face.

Last night at church, there were 6 children in the nursery. I stayed in the nursery until the senior Pastorman's wife came down to teach, and when I tried to sneak out, Hunter got a bit upset. So, I waited a few more minutes, and then when he wasn't looking, made a break for adultland. After all ... Pastorman's wife is such a sweetie, has had a wealth of experience from her own 4 kids, and I knew he was in excellent hands.

So I went to adultland for Bible study, but as soon as prayer ended, a gentleman (his name is John -- he's a good friend) in front of us got up and left. I'm not sure why, but I thought it was odd. Pastorman asked for someone to read a chapter out of 2 Samuel, and as soon as they started to read, I got a funny feeling. I turned to my husband and told him I was going to go check on Hunter. Well, when I got downstairs to the nursery, this is what I saw...

One crying little boy had already left the nursery and was sitting with his mom and dad in adultland because he wanted daddy. John was sitting in a chair in front of the opening to the nursery trying to contain everyone in the room. One hysterical, red-faced, screaming little boy in the middle of the room -- Hunter -- could not be calmed. He missed his mommy, and nothing would satisfy him. Another little boy was whimpering a bit because he wanted to go home. Another little girl was sadly moaning because she had a rug burn on her knee, and needed ice. An angel of a little baby boy was sitting in an exer-saucer-thingie, smiles from ear to ear but looking around like he was in a room full of aliens. The final little girl was making a break for the doors that went outside, while the little girl with the rug burn chased after her, followed by her brother, and finally by John.

I took Hunter into my arms and tried to calm him down, John offered to take the older kids outside to play basketball (it was pitch dark, too!), and Pastorman's wife stood in the middle of the room with her hand held up, humorously saying, "how did we loose control?" (her lesson cast aside on the kid's table).

I decided to stay in the nursery, and when the kids came in from outside, we had one crying because she left her ice pack outside, the other one crying because he wanted to go home, the third one whining because she was hot and wanted water, and John flushed and sweaty because he had chased after the little boy who had made a mad dash to his home. In the dark.

Pastorman's wife looked tired after a full day of running but still had a calming, sweet smile on her face. She usually does, no matter what; I was exhausted, having worked a 60-hour week at work and it's only Wednesday; the poor children and John were ALL tired, hot, and plain-ol-bothered. It was difficult to get them interested in anything, and the whining ensued. I think the adults were ever so glad that church ended, and the kids were probably all looking forward to plopping down on their cool bed sheets (I know I was). It was crazy, I tell you ... CRAZY! The craziest I've ever seen it in a children's program at church!

Now tell me... isn't that enough to make you actually believe in the pulling forces of a full moon??? Because I'm certainly starting to believe it, because it seems the full moon bit my child HARD, as well as all the other kids!!!

On the way home, Hunter whined and fussed, so I asked him if he wanted me to sing the itsy bitsy song. He nodded yes, of course, and then asked me to sing it again, and again. Pretty soon, my husband and I had loudly and animatedly (is that a word?) gone through just about every Christian kids song we could think of... Itsy Bitsy Spider, Jesus Loves Me, Jesus Loves the little Children, The B-I-B-L-E, God told Noah ... when we reached the bottom of the barrel and pulled out the following song... see if you recognize it... because we had a tough time remembering all the words, and ended up in peels of laughter when we were done singing -- follow along, if you can:

I may never hummhummhumm in the infantry, do something in the Calvary, shoot the artillery. I may never something about an enemy, but I'm in the Lord's army! I'm in the Lord's army! Yes Sir! I'm in the Lord's army! Yes sir! I have washed my robes in the cleansing fountain. I'm in the Lord's army! Jesus paid it all! All to Him I owe! Sin hath left a crimson stain! He washed it white as snow. I'm in the Lord's army! Yes Sir! I'm in the Lord's army! Yes sir! I have washed my robes in the cleansing fountain. I'm in the Lord's army!

It flows nicely, doesn't it?

Did I mention I was very tired?

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

I saw this on Goodmorning America this morning, and John's wife, my trendychurchfriend, emailed out the link to a handfull of us this morning. It was hilarious, and told her I'd put it on the ol' blog! Anita Renfroe did this at Women of Faith this year (I didn't get to go this year) -- she put everything she says in one day to her kids to the tune of the William Tell Overture. I promise you'll enjoy it!! It's the "William Tell Overture for Moms" -- I know you'll relate... (if you can't view it on the blog, here's the URL: http://youtube.com/watch?v=w_oc1j5NakY )