This service project is brilliant, perfect, inspired! For day's I've looked forward to it. This morning I woke, practically giddy with anticipation.
Then I realized.
The girl's Ballet recital is on Friday. This means practice practice practice every evening until then.
I was crestfallen, dejected, mournful. Why? I asked myself. Why did I enroll my children in this time consuming activity?
Then a glimmer of hope entered into my heart. Hope that I'd mis-remembered the schedule. I opened my email, I found the message outlining the weeks rehearsals. SUCCESS! JOY! JUBILATION! Tonight's practice is from 4-5. My evening is saved.