Well, another day, another “dollar or rand” and I’m bushed already! We went to sleep late last night. I have no idea why. I had INTENDED to go to bed early-ish but that didn’t happen at all. My eldest son had the Mr/Ms FHS contest. It’s kind of a Mr/Ms Popularity thing @ his high school for the senior class. They start with a huge number of applicants (over 100), then narrow that down to about 30 teens, narrow it again to the final 12 (6 boys/6 girls). They practice and do basically whatever the teacher tells them and then they have the whole contest. When you have to hire a really good comedian (don’t ask his name, don’t remember), then you know to hunker down and get ready for a LONG night. They started with a group number (army theme); did the impersonations of icons (each contestant did a music icon which the teacher chose for them and WHEN DID LADY GAGA BECOME AN ICON?!); they then did individual talent (was a bit rough on the ears) and then a fashion show, a Q & A and then the results. It started after 7pm and we got home after 10pm. I was so tired.
Once again, I couldn’t sleep so I stayed up until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. That was about 2am (my own fault)…. I set my alarm to go off @ 6am so I could make a savory quiche or casserole for the mini-walk/fundraiser at my daughter’s school. I was so tired. I really mean tired. So, eventually fell asleep confident that my alarm would do it’s job and I, in return, would haul myself out of bed to do what needed to be done. Oh contraire, was I ever wrong. Yes, my alarm did it’s “job” but did I? You should hear a resounding “NO” about now. I pretty much hit the “snooze” button a couple of times. We won’t mention how many but let’s just say it was quite a few. Why did I need to be on a tight schedule? BECAUSE ALL the mom’s who were the conveners of the various stalls at the school had to be there at 8am. Well, when you abruptly wake up in a panicked stupor and it dawns at you all at once where you need to be, should have done (with ALL the best intentions), a mild case of panic sets in… There I was, freaking out and slightly annoyed with myself, grabbed whatever I could find to wear that was presentable and user friendly for a mini-walk and a morning of selling stuff, I made the obligatory extra strong expresso to take with me. I did arrive a few minutes late (like 15 minutes) but I was there…. Whew.
Good intentions are really great and even better if you follow through on them. My road paved with those good intentions are literally littered with casualties of the “I really meant to…” but “never got around to it”. Sigh.
It’s really, just another day!