This is a glass half-full story

or else I would have to cry. Wednesday night was our usual - teaching RE to the 11th & 12th graders at church. That in and of itself is a whole story. Anyway, we drop Sarah off at the babysitter's and we take Eli with us because he has severe separation issues right now. Mark was in the middle of a big trial, so I was on my own for the evening - teaching with Eli glued to my side. At about 15min left in the class, Eli had to poop. He must have been afraid of the bathroom and afraid to tell me. By the time he was able to get my attention, we already had a disaster. Poop all over him and his clothes and no way to clean it up. No way to get him home or no other parent to help. I sat him out in the hallway so he didn't stink up the class and we finished out the hour. Then, on the way to get Sarah (with Anna & Jonah complaining as the stink filled the van), I hit a patch of ice and skidded into the ditch. No one was hurt, but we were decidely stuck with a terrified 7yo screaming, a 5yo yelling at the 7yo to stop screaming, a 3yo stinking everything up, and a 1yo waiting for us. Mark had to come rescue us - dressed in his lawyer clothes in negative temps. Then, yesterday on the way to Anna's music class, I discovered that our rear tire had detached from the rim. Luckily I was able to limp the van into town to buy two new tires. We are staying home today.