1) The church I attend puts on a Ladies' Cup of Christmas Tea every December, and I am hosting a table for 8. This is my 3rd year of hosting, so you'd think I wouldn't be stressed out at all, but nope. Because life is life, there are a few other elements added to the mix that causes my stress level to soar at an alarmingly high rate of speed.
2) Element #1: I played piano for a wedding yesterday. 'Nuff said.
3) Element #2: David woke up at 4:00 am this morning with the stomach flu. Now, stomach flu is never fun, but I had to go to my church this morning BECAUSE I WAS PLAYING THE OFFERTORY. So I went, played, and went home. Don't ask me what I played. I think (hoped) it was something Christmassy. All I remember is sitting down at the piano, watching someone else's hands play, and then thinking,"Whoa. What just happened?" I was not exactly what you'd call "focused" today.
4) Because I've been up so incredibly early today, I feel...sick. And THAT makes me nervous. Now begins the what Steve and I call the "waiting period." Yup. Waiting to see who gets the flu next...*screams*.
I've been slightly stressed out to begin with before the flu hit, but NOW I am definitely stressed out. Yes, yes; I know I'm whining. Just bear with me for a few wee paragraphs, okay?? Sheesh.
Things I tend to do when I'm stressed out:
2)Wring my hands.
4) Bake something. Anything.
5) Clean my bathroom. (Hey. Even if everything else gets overlooked, the bathroom needs to be cleaned. Or at least mine does. I live with 4 males, 3 of which are potty-trained)
6) Dance a jig. Or two.
7) Listen to a tremendous amount of "Mary Music".
8) Moan about how I'm never getting involved in anything again.
9) Dream of starting life anew as a farmer.
11) Dream of being a hermit.
12) Turn a few triple salchows in my living room, just for heck of it.
13) Cook something edible.
16) Play piano amidst the soundtrack of my life (wrestling, shouting, roaring boys).
17) Practice a few time steps in my kitchen, just for the heck of it.
18) Read lots of travel guides to anywhere except Wisconsin.
19) Call my sister Meg while I'm driving to Woodmans for the fiftieth time this month (the mecca super-grocery store in my city. I am quite sure I couldn't live without it).
21) Dance one more jig.
You know...the list could go on and on and on and on and on...whoa, getting a little carried away here. MY POINT:
I will feel much better on Tuesday. :)
P.S. I have no idea how to turn a triple salchow, nor will I ever. I just thought it sounded cool.
P.P.S. I DO know how to dance a time step. A triple one, even!!
P.P.P.S. I...I...what was I going to say? Oh yes; I will takes oodles of pictures at the Christmas Tea and post them as soon I return from Mars. I hear it's lovely this time of year. Happy Sunday to you all, and to all a good afternoon.