It pains me to write that sentence. Literally... does anyone have Aleve?
What is it about the Holidays that turns 30 year-old Carolyn into 19 year-old Carolyn? (Uh, I mean 21 year-old Carolyn... yeah, 21...)
The Holidays should be about reflection, giving thanks, worship, and fellowship. So how come EVERY YEAR I turn them into a month-long toga party? And it's not just me. Oh no- we ALL do this (again, you know who you are.)
After my long week, I was really looking forward to a friend's birthday party on Friday. The plan was to stay for a few hours - tops - since I had a PPR exam review the next morning at 8:30. (I got your professional responsibilities right.here.) So when did I get home? 2 am. Brilliant.
Saturday night rolls around, and who are we kidding? Like I'm gonna miss the TT/OU game. But instead of watching it on my couch and getting to bed at a decent hour, I thought a bar on Greenville would be better suited... and then a bar on Gaston... and then the parking lot. what.the.hell? No worries, I was in bed by 4 am, just in time to catch 2 hours sleep before church at 7:30.
At this point I can't feel my legs... but I manage to sing with both the choir and the praise team. Yes, that's both services. That's a total of 4.5 hours at church. Sorry for nodding off during the sermon, Pastor Ken; I assure you it's nothing personal.
And it's not like I could just crash when I got home. Not when the Cowboys played (won) at noon.
Thankfully, plans were changed last night and I was able to stay home and recuperate. So what if I stayed up blogging until 2? I was at home. And there may have been Ben Gay and a heating pad involved, too. Don't judge.
The point of all this is... there was a time when I wouldn't blink at the weekend I just had. Now it's more like whiplash.
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You're nuts. And I'm jealous. :) No weekends like that in ages with the Beavers.... I guess enjoy it while you can?!?!
Kudos for making it to church though. Pretty sure my butt would have stayed in bed. Jesus loves you more than me. :)
Don't have them that often, but when they do happen they KNOCK MY BUTT OUT for about 2 days. When did 30 = hurt?
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