You know how most people are so excited for Friday to roll around? Well, I'm not. Not since I started going down to St. George every Saturday at the crack of dawn. While I'm super grateful for the opportunity and for the fact that these early morning jaunts have basically saved our family from certain financial death, I just dread Saturday mornings.
I'm not so much of a morning person. Never have been, and while I am aware that this could change, I just don't see it happening. Ever. What I am is a night owl. And those two things together don't mix and they never will. Therefore, having to wake up at 6:30 am or earlier on the day when the rest of the world gets to sleep in (except my first couple voice students, of course) is a little bit depressing.
So I'm feeling just a little rundown the last few weeks. I mentioned before that I think my thyroid is off, but I am still waiting to hear back the results of my bloodtest. And I really hope that's the whole problem because I am starting to be almost below functioning. The schizophrenic weather isn't much helping me either. Like on Sunday it was all warm and nearly 80 degrees and we walked to church and everything and life was beautiful. Then the rest of the week it got colder and colder and colder until I felt like I was living in the North Pole and I could not even step outside without turning into an ice cube and life was no longer beautiful.
I probably have PMS which is causing me to feel even worse, but then Joel had to go and leave to Salt Lake this morning, and I had totally forgotten to arrange babysitting for the aforementioned dreaded trip down south (to be honest, Joel had forgotten to tell me about this trip until yesterday. He may have actually told me a couple months ago but am I really expected to remember things that far in advance?). I finally got it all figured out, but you know what I really want to do? I really want to just cancel everything and stay at home and pop popcorn and watch movies with my girls. Or if the weather decided to unfreeze itself, maybe even go to the park and lay on our backs and make pictures out of the clouds. And then we could go out for ice cream or, even better, we could have cookies and milk and yellow balloons, because that is what Saturdays should be about.
But alas, I can't afford to skip Saturdays in St. George. Then I worry that I also can't really afford to skip Saturdays with my kids. This is just one of many reasons why our current situation is not ideal. We do what we have to do, but we are stretched thin and it really has been a huge sacrifice. But also a blessing.
Sorry for the negativity. I'm just keepin' it real and all. These are my true thoughts, and that's what you blog about, right? And tomorrow, in the four hours between the time I come home from St. George and the time I have to cart my kids off to yet another babysitter so I can go to a singing engagement, we will have fun. Forget housework. We will have cookies and milk and yellow balloons if it kills me.
And it just might.