First things first.
On Sunday I got asked to play the piano for a women in our ward. She is singing O Holy Night (a personal favorite of mine) TONIGHT for enrichment. Now, as I look back on my answering yes to her "will you play for me" question I am puzzled. Why oh why did I agree to this??? First off, I seriously overestimated my skillzzz. (I hate when I do that.) Sure, I have played the song before... oh... about 3 years ago. I have not practiced the piano in who knows how long... and to top it all off I have only had since SUNDAY to practice. We did, however, practice last night. Let me tell you... playing for someone singing is much harder then playing by yourself. I am no good at catching up to someone, or follwing them. As far as I am concerned she would sound much better off by herself. I would even be more comfortable playing my violin instead of the piano. I am in SERIOUS need of more lessons. I am still trying to figure out how to get myself out of this situation... Maybe I should have told her YESTERDAY that I couldn't play.
I am hoping that I will break a finger or something completely hindering me from playing. I have had luck with breaking fingures right before a piano recital or an orchestra concert. (Come on fingers don't fail me now!) Well, those things I actually did want to play in. This... not so much.
Steven thinks that I am being silly and that I am pretending that I can't play because I just don't want to. But I physically can not play it. I just don't have the same skills that I used to, or enough time to practice. Arg. Yes, I am scared. This all makes me very sad.
Onto better things... like yesterday!
I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to catch up on all the work that piled up for me over the weekend. Which then made my husband and me late to our family pictures in downtown Mesa. Wait, it gets better. After receiving a few calls and texts from my family wondering where in the heck we were our trusty car decided that she wanted to sing and dance. And by sing and dance I mean she got REALLY loud and started shaking like crazy. Which then made us even later to the pictures. When we FINALLY arrived, we had to beat the sun. Which meant that we (once again) ran from spot to spot to take the pictures before the sun went down. My mother looked polished, and beautiful as always and the boys cleaned up nicely too. Whew.
Afterward we did sit down and enjoy a nice Mexican meal via El Charros. I had to always be within hugging range of my little brother/son Quinn or else he would kind of spaz out. (I am not going to lie, I do love the attention.)
I love time we spend with family...
My dad ended up saving the day by letting us borrow his car (without us even asking) while he took our car to get fixed. Seriously, what a guy. I am not even sure how he is getting to work or doing his other fatherly, husbandly duties without a car... I am not sure I know many people who are willing to part with their things, let alone a car to help someone out. But I sure do love people like that (thank goodness my husband is one of those people.) Hopefully our car is fixable... wait, what am I saying?
We are over you.
But really I shouldn't complain... I am glad that we have a car. I glad for our small payments on it. I am glad that it gets us from point A to point B (most of the time) I am glad that it has lasted this long, I am glad that it is so loud that you can hear it a mile away and for that reason we will most likely never hit a pedestrian because they didn't know that we were coming.
I got home last night at about 9:30. And basically went straight to bed.
Tonight I have enrichment to which I have to be to at 5:15 to practice.
Wednesday I have MUTUAL! Yay.
Thursday I have the play (call time is at 6:00)
Friday I am seriously hoping to sit down for while with my favorite person, Steven.
Saturday we are helping some family move into their new place and then I have MY LAST NIGHT OF THE PLAY!
and Sunday... who knows!
See, this is why we can't have kids yet. If I think I am busy now I don't even want to imagine what having kids now would do to me...