I'm exhausted. More on the inside than on the outside, i can feel the need to sleep in my bones but i know i could keep going for hours if necessary. I've not been to bed before two am in over a week, not have i slept past eight. I've worked at church excessively over the last few days; i've been covering for Dr.B at work, because he's on paternity leave. That's not to say i mind - i love being needed, so the work is less 'work' than 'stuff that is so much a part of me that it's almost second nature'.
I worked thursday, as usual, but didn't get everything finished, so went back on friday after uni and battling with the tyre-men about fixing my car (a story for another time). With some amount of difficulty, we put up the Kids Club banner on the roof. The boys wouldn't let me climb the ladder (i swear, i wouldn't have fallen off!), but admitted it would've been amusing if i had. I stuffed and labelled envelopes - a primary task of mine, i could almost qualify for professional status! Finally, after chosing music for sunday night, and making a few phone calls, i could bail. I spent my friday night doing homework... i'm super cool.
Saturday morning i had stateswim; so many of my babies were away! I had two classes with ony one out of four kids, which was fun. It meant i could just muck around with the kids a little, because their parents were chilled. I taught one little boy to say 'fee, fi, fo, fum' when we were playing giants, and 'cowabunga dude' when he was surfing on my knees... his pronunciation was classic. The criers were mostly away, which was lovely, and the ones that were there were darlings. The parents are always a mixed bag; some like me, and we chat each week. There's one dad, however, that's caused me no end of trouble. While he admits that his two year old was moved up to Kindy from Waterbabies too soon, he criticises my teaching to my boss regularly, but never to my face. I nearly drowned the poor boy this week, trying to teach him to swim better and keep his dad happy, but his dad didn't even care... these parents are crazy.
I raced home, showered, dressed, met a friend for coffee and then met a bunch more for the Sex and the City movie. It was FANTASTIC! I loved it. It wasn't one of those movies-made-from-tv movies that were merely a shadow of the original show, rather being an extension of the show that was as good, if not better. The girls had so many outfit changes that it was insane, and all looked marvelous for their ages. I smiled, cried and laughed. A definate must see!! We had coffee again afterwards (i even ordered an actual latte, despite hating coffee - i'm thinking it's time i make myself drink it! Apparently it's an aquired taste), before i zipped off to work.
Because everyone is away this weekend, i was in charge at youth group. While i can corall the kids as well as any wrangler herding sheep, i'm not so great at standing up in front of them all and giving monologues. So, as the kids arrived and were playing air hockey and foosball in the bask room, i was standing in the middle of the hall, tears in my mind and boardering on hyperventilating... eventually, i calmed down enough to start things. We had a quiz, some games, a video, some discussion questions and foor. Things went well, the kids all had a really good time. Even so, i was slightly on edge all night. Unfortunately, i think i tend to drive people nuts when i get like that; they just can't understand why i'm panicked and unable to breathe, they get frustrated when i can't do things that seem so simple. Thankfully, i managed to get through it all without passing out.
Afterwards, despite a quickly waning enthusiasm, i got changed, found my shoes (multiple times, as the boys kept hiding them!) and went into town. After walking across town and waiting in a line for almost an hour, we got into the Cumberland pub, which was pretty cool. Some of our friends were there on a pub crawl, and one of the girls met up with her boyfriend. We danced and had a few laughs. Most of the girls didn't stay long and eventually it was just me and one of the guys. We trecked back across town to meet up with one of his mates, since my other option for a taxi-share home had expired and i had to wait until he was ready to leave. After an incredibly long conversation that went round and round in a way that only drunken boys can, i managed to drag my boy into a taxi and off home. It was a good time though, i'd not seen him in ages and he always treats us girls like a queen. The fact that he has a girlfriend is such a relief, because it means that our platonomy pact is never threatened.
Up early for sunday school, i played games with the kiddies for awhile, which is always a laugh. Afterwards, i was stoked because i got to meet and cuddle the new baby charlie!!! Frau.C laughed when i tried to avoid holding the baby for a fear of breaking or dropping him; she was right, it was easy as pie and the little darling was amazingly cosy and loveable. I'm in love! All the adults were coming up to admire him - people kept telling me i'd make a great mother one day.
After going home for a few hours to rest, i was back at church. I photocopied and sorted music for the evening because i was leading music team. In the end, it was just two guitars and two singers, so practice was fairly uneventful and not too stressful. However, during the service, when it came time to lead into one of the songs, i hit an incredibly wrong note... i was mortified, as i was the only voice that was peeling out across the church. I laughed it off, along with most of the congregation, and eventually the song kicked off - with the congregation leading and we singers joining in when we figured out what the hell we were doing... i've not been that embarassed in front of those church people in awhile. Thankfully, most people were kind enough not to mention it, instead saying that the solo i'd done had sounded good. Everyone except MarriedMan, who chose to laugh instead - but that was ok, because he's like a brother and i just ribbed him back. I played taxi to take someone home before coming back to pack up. My first night of leading hadn't been too awful. That said, i really didn't do anything much. But it could've been lots worse!! Plus, Baby Jake came with Dr.B tonight - midway through the service he yelled out that he wanted 'Ann-bel' and streaked over to me, throwing himself into my arms. I love that little dude. Cuddles from babies just make the world seem like a better place. That little ball of love puts a bigger smile on my face than anything else in the whole wide world. Such a darling!
After everyone had left, Mr.Music, SaviourDave and i stayed to watch Shawshank Redemption. It was fantastic! I was loving it... right up until the point when the dvd stopped working... however, i can say with authority that the first hour and a half of the movie was great. Not only did Gil Bellows from Ally McBeal make an unexpected appearance, but the entire movie was overflowing with emotion and the plot line was interesting enough to hold every ounce of my attention. I can't wait to see the ending!!
Now it's after midnight and i'm sitting here watching Dawson's Creek and i'll soon head off to bed to read my book. This current state of exhaustion is completely self-inflicted. Hopefully, next week will calm down a little!! No more church until thursday, so i'll get a bit of a break until then. As for the big public holiday plans? I'm going to study and make a dent in those assignments that i've got piling up. And, if the rest of the world gets unbearable, i'm going to watch SATC again - such a great movie that it's worth spending another $10 on it!! Thanks to the queen for her birthday celebrations!
I worked thursday, as usual, but didn't get everything finished, so went back on friday after uni and battling with the tyre-men about fixing my car (a story for another time). With some amount of difficulty, we put up the Kids Club banner on the roof. The boys wouldn't let me climb the ladder (i swear, i wouldn't have fallen off!), but admitted it would've been amusing if i had. I stuffed and labelled envelopes - a primary task of mine, i could almost qualify for professional status! Finally, after chosing music for sunday night, and making a few phone calls, i could bail. I spent my friday night doing homework... i'm super cool.
Saturday morning i had stateswim; so many of my babies were away! I had two classes with ony one out of four kids, which was fun. It meant i could just muck around with the kids a little, because their parents were chilled. I taught one little boy to say 'fee, fi, fo, fum' when we were playing giants, and 'cowabunga dude' when he was surfing on my knees... his pronunciation was classic. The criers were mostly away, which was lovely, and the ones that were there were darlings. The parents are always a mixed bag; some like me, and we chat each week. There's one dad, however, that's caused me no end of trouble. While he admits that his two year old was moved up to Kindy from Waterbabies too soon, he criticises my teaching to my boss regularly, but never to my face. I nearly drowned the poor boy this week, trying to teach him to swim better and keep his dad happy, but his dad didn't even care... these parents are crazy.
I raced home, showered, dressed, met a friend for coffee and then met a bunch more for the Sex and the City movie. It was FANTASTIC! I loved it. It wasn't one of those movies-made-from-tv movies that were merely a shadow of the original show, rather being an extension of the show that was as good, if not better. The girls had so many outfit changes that it was insane, and all looked marvelous for their ages. I smiled, cried and laughed. A definate must see!! We had coffee again afterwards (i even ordered an actual latte, despite hating coffee - i'm thinking it's time i make myself drink it! Apparently it's an aquired taste), before i zipped off to work.
Because everyone is away this weekend, i was in charge at youth group. While i can corall the kids as well as any wrangler herding sheep, i'm not so great at standing up in front of them all and giving monologues. So, as the kids arrived and were playing air hockey and foosball in the bask room, i was standing in the middle of the hall, tears in my mind and boardering on hyperventilating... eventually, i calmed down enough to start things. We had a quiz, some games, a video, some discussion questions and foor. Things went well, the kids all had a really good time. Even so, i was slightly on edge all night. Unfortunately, i think i tend to drive people nuts when i get like that; they just can't understand why i'm panicked and unable to breathe, they get frustrated when i can't do things that seem so simple. Thankfully, i managed to get through it all without passing out.
Afterwards, despite a quickly waning enthusiasm, i got changed, found my shoes (multiple times, as the boys kept hiding them!) and went into town. After walking across town and waiting in a line for almost an hour, we got into the Cumberland pub, which was pretty cool. Some of our friends were there on a pub crawl, and one of the girls met up with her boyfriend. We danced and had a few laughs. Most of the girls didn't stay long and eventually it was just me and one of the guys. We trecked back across town to meet up with one of his mates, since my other option for a taxi-share home had expired and i had to wait until he was ready to leave. After an incredibly long conversation that went round and round in a way that only drunken boys can, i managed to drag my boy into a taxi and off home. It was a good time though, i'd not seen him in ages and he always treats us girls like a queen. The fact that he has a girlfriend is such a relief, because it means that our platonomy pact is never threatened.
Up early for sunday school, i played games with the kiddies for awhile, which is always a laugh. Afterwards, i was stoked because i got to meet and cuddle the new baby charlie!!! Frau.C laughed when i tried to avoid holding the baby for a fear of breaking or dropping him; she was right, it was easy as pie and the little darling was amazingly cosy and loveable. I'm in love! All the adults were coming up to admire him - people kept telling me i'd make a great mother one day.
After going home for a few hours to rest, i was back at church. I photocopied and sorted music for the evening because i was leading music team. In the end, it was just two guitars and two singers, so practice was fairly uneventful and not too stressful. However, during the service, when it came time to lead into one of the songs, i hit an incredibly wrong note... i was mortified, as i was the only voice that was peeling out across the church. I laughed it off, along with most of the congregation, and eventually the song kicked off - with the congregation leading and we singers joining in when we figured out what the hell we were doing... i've not been that embarassed in front of those church people in awhile. Thankfully, most people were kind enough not to mention it, instead saying that the solo i'd done had sounded good. Everyone except MarriedMan, who chose to laugh instead - but that was ok, because he's like a brother and i just ribbed him back. I played taxi to take someone home before coming back to pack up. My first night of leading hadn't been too awful. That said, i really didn't do anything much. But it could've been lots worse!! Plus, Baby Jake came with Dr.B tonight - midway through the service he yelled out that he wanted 'Ann-bel' and streaked over to me, throwing himself into my arms. I love that little dude. Cuddles from babies just make the world seem like a better place. That little ball of love puts a bigger smile on my face than anything else in the whole wide world. Such a darling!
After everyone had left, Mr.Music, SaviourDave and i stayed to watch Shawshank Redemption. It was fantastic! I was loving it... right up until the point when the dvd stopped working... however, i can say with authority that the first hour and a half of the movie was great. Not only did Gil Bellows from Ally McBeal make an unexpected appearance, but the entire movie was overflowing with emotion and the plot line was interesting enough to hold every ounce of my attention. I can't wait to see the ending!!
Now it's after midnight and i'm sitting here watching Dawson's Creek and i'll soon head off to bed to read my book. This current state of exhaustion is completely self-inflicted. Hopefully, next week will calm down a little!! No more church until thursday, so i'll get a bit of a break until then. As for the big public holiday plans? I'm going to study and make a dent in those assignments that i've got piling up. And, if the rest of the world gets unbearable, i'm going to watch SATC again - such a great movie that it's worth spending another $10 on it!! Thanks to the queen for her birthday celebrations!
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