I wish the mission trip fairy would come and wave her magic pixie dust and everything would be clean.
My feet hurt and I seriously feel like I'm gonna throw up. I fell asleep crying.
I can't wait to be home. I know I can do this but really, I want to throw up. I can't figure out how I am gonna be able to walk.
Whether its 25 kids or 120 it doesn't matter. It's a lot of work. I don't need someone to tell me I'm good at it or appreciate it. I need people not to make extra work for me. It's 5am and I need to get this party started. I better find a party hat and some streamers... It's time to go.
And besides all this stuff, I have all my things I need to put away when I get home. Maybe I'll die in the next hour and it won't matter.