the worst week ever.

I have survived hell and live to tell the tale. It all began when I spent Monday morning tracking down lost Americans who were scattered across Toronto (some even made it beyond Toronto), rural drivers driving in the big city for the first time with maps with wrong directions...that was only the beginning....

These teens eat. A lot. I made 6 grocery runs to No Frills in 3 days. I am gaining arm muscle from all that milk I'm buying. Somehow, I unfortunately managed to lose 5 pounds in the process. Maybe it's the stress of watching the teens drop 5 dozen eggs onto the carpet (smell from hell!!), or of overflowing toilets which cause ceilings to fall out or of 30 teengage boys dropping suitcases off of a 150-year-old balcony (which also creates collapsed ceilings. Surprise).

Let me tell you about Plastic Bag Lady. She sneaks into the church every morning to eat our bagels. She has plastic bags braided through her hair. She has plastic bags wrapped around her fingers. She chews plastic bags constantly--even when she eats our bagels. Today she said she was 7th Day Adventist. Yesterday, she was Pentecostal. Pretty much she just likes bagels.

This morning, I discovered that 5 American Passports had gone missing (for the record, not my fault). While talking to the president of Youthworks regarding this slight problem, the fire alarm went off and I had to simultaneously herd 75 people out of the church. How do you explain to the head of a huge organization that you can't talk to him about missing passports because you have to talk to the head of the fire department?

And then tonight. Oh Friday. The weekend. Right? I was going to get into nice clothes, and maybe even shower (haven't really done that since last Wednesday. Baby wipes and sink showers don't suffice). No such luck. Stupid eggs. Another 5 dozen fallen on the floor. The work never stops. Ever.

I am going to bed to hide from my responsibilities. Good-night.