The rest of the kids were also having a great time-- as was Danny. I had fun talking to a fellow mom who shares many of the same parenting philosophies as myself.
When it came time to go, I had a van full of content kids (with the exception of one ready-to-nurse Peach) and bags of plastic eggs with jelly beans, m&ms, tattoos, and fruit snacks waiting to be discovered inside.
We headed further into town to pick up a new light for Danny's little blue car from the local Auto Zone.
I was feeling good about our accomplishments.
- Attended a ward activity and no one got lost or pooped their pants.
- Bought the bulb for Danny's car so he doesn't get ticketed.
- No one was complaining or bickering.
By the time we got home, I was convinced that it wasn't the hunger, or the over-stuffed-ness. I took my temperature. 103.7 Whatever it was, I felt validated for feeling the way I did. do.