Started my kiddie sewing class today. Picture eight 4th grade girls clutching tiny pieces of felt and all simultaneously wailing "Saaaaarrrraaah!" and you'll have a perfect mental image of things! It's going pretty well though.
I'm really sad because the special needs kiddo i work with, and her little brother whose class I also work in, both told us grownups that their parents had a domestic violence situation over the weekend, and they spent the holiday in a hotel with their mom. And they're getting divorced (which is probably good news at this point, but still, sad). I know both of the parents, and the mom works part time at the school. I can't even imagine what they're all going through.
If I never have to hear a little kid say "Daddy hurt Mommy, and now Daddy's in jail" again, that would be a very good thing. Ugh.
I'm going to go make Mom some cookies, which is surely insufficient at this point but at least she'll know I'm thinking of her.