NOTE: Pretty much everything I write for this space is completely stream of consciousness. Joyce would be so proud. This is totally inane and even more SoC than normal. But, hey, I'm hitting publish anyway because that's how I roll. Just warning you all.
I am teaching 16 four-year-olds at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. And I need to get ready for three rehearsals tomorrow night, which means there will be no time for napping before the rehearsals.
I can probably fudge my way through with the adults since I have a cache of anthems they need to work on and I'm experienced enough at this point, and good enough, and long-range plan enough, to be able to wing it for one rehearsal, but that's not fair to Schroeder, who is lovely and patient and suffers through my leadership and never complains and smiles at me with THAT SMILE and teases me, so giving him a rehearsal agenda, even if it's just a few hours before, is just courteous.
BUT WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THE CHILDREN??? Gah! This is my thought process every single time when it comes to the kids: THERE ARE NO MORE SONGS I CAN TEACH THEM THAT THEY WILL ENJOY! THEY KNOW ALL OF MY SONGS!! THEY HAVE SUNG ALL THE GOOD SONGS!! THERE IS NOTHING LEFT! OHHHH WOE WOE WOE!!!! PANIC PANIC PANIC!!!!
And then inspiration strikes and I figure something out. In fact, the act of writing this has given me an idea.
So, thanks, GT! You always come through!
What time is it, Tina?
Yup, you're right, Tina. Time to get my merry butt upstairs and take my sleepy pills like a good monkey and get in bed and have sweet dreamings of cute boys who will give me smoochings. You're welcome to join us if you like, Tina. No, no. Leave the glasses on. Yeah. That's nice. In fact, let's forget the boys for tonight, whattaya say, Tina?