I have a pile of papers to grade, but I just don't wanna do it.
I'm feeling a little grumpyish.
I am working my way through a pile of laundry that has been accumulating since I got back from vacation last Tuesday.
I have no intention of putting a bra on today.
I am trying to get back into the diet mode, and came THIS close to enjoying a chocolate kiss. I have been good today, but it's almost easier to just not eat anything. But that's not good at all!
So I'm making myself eat. I've got the first of many loads of laundry started. I'm going to dig into the pile of papers to grade. And I'm going to conquer this day.
Yesterday, church was interesting and annoying. The first speaker went about 20 minutes over her allotted time. I wish people understood that when you go over by that much time, we are no longer listening to you. You could be sharing the secrets of the universe, but because of your lack of respect for the next speaker, we have completely tuned out all your brilliant rhetoric. We just stop caring. And more than that, we might be a little angry.
Luckily, I brought my crocheting with me, so rather than shooting darts at the woman, I focused on my latest project. With a vehemence.
After that, I went to Sunday School where we spent 20 minutes talking about everyone's worst jobs. This is an interesting topic, but it left approximately 14 minutes to discuss the lesson. And 5 of those minutes were spent trying to get the missionaries of all people to share an experience that they had had with the power of prayer. Their response: They had never had an experience with prayer. What the hell are you doing on a mission if you've never had an experience with prayer???
Relief Society was actually really good. By that time, I was so exhausted from exercising the self-control necessary to NOT voice my rather bitter opinions about things, that I just rested my head on the chair in front of me and tried to soak in the lesson.
It was really good. I was so happy that they had asked me to play the piano in relief society, because otherwise, I would have escaped after Sunday School and the whole trip to church would have been utterly wasted.
Thank heaven for well-prepared Relief Society teachers.