Okay, I have to get this post done quickly! I'm trying to get things out of the way to free up my schedule. Why? Glad you asked, my friend, glad you asked!
Did I not mention having to teach my Bible Study class tomorrow night? I didn't? I honestly can't remember if I did and am too pressed for time to be rummaging through my own blog to see if I have so I'm assuming I didn't. Well, yes, I am being forced, forced mind you, to teach my class tomorrow night. Every poor soul in the class is being made to take a night. Thankfully, they've shown a shred of mercy and paired us up with a partner (which, between you and me, is more because of the class size than out of mercy) but that doesn't change the fact that I still have to get up in front of my class and act like I know what I'm talking about for 2 hours.
And guess which topic I have been assigned? Time Management: Goals and Priorities. Oh, go ahead and laugh, I've been laughing bitterly for months about it! It's ludicrous! It's like asking me to teach a class on growing a second head or building a robotic arm for NASA (I knew a guy once who did that--very strange fellow)!
I could go on, but there is no time. My execution is set for tomorrow night at 6:30 sharp. Ouch. So that means I have little more than 33 hours to finish my preparations, highlight my hair and give myself a manicure (I have to at least look the part, you know). AND I have to manage laundry, dinner and my other usual housewifely duties in there somehow. I'm making corned beef tonight for the first time! I'm strangely excited!
So, I'm off to write up my index cards and put the finishing touches on my Power Point presentation. Don't call me, I'm screening all my phone calls (or screaming my balls off, Daria).
6 comments:
I think you should show up wearing pajamas, no makeup, and your hair in a ponytail with 2 months of roots showing. And no bra.
If it wouldn't make me even more nervous and self-conscious, I so totally would! But, on the contrary, I've decided to try and look my best as a means of boosting my self-confidence. One less thing to worry about, you know? And did I mentioned I'm actually singing a song? Yes, it's crazy. Ten hours and twenty minutes!
you're singing a song about time management?
No, I'm singing a song that lists all the things a Mom says in a 24 period. Tying it into Time Management to make the point that we can't always control how much time we spend on things, that our use of time can't always reflect our priorities. Still sounds boring, doesn't it?
Yep.
go scream your balls off.
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