Well, to be truthful, it's not a waste. It's a "Wow-I-Can't-Believe-I-Get-So-Tired-And-Out-Of-Breath" break. Hehe. Well, we know why I'm out of breath and tired. But I certainly don't have time to be doing this. I have about a half hour before I need to get out of here!
I'm still choreographing the next part of the dance. I have plenty of dance moves, just can't decide what I like. And now I'm tired from trying it out a dozen time. Maybe it'll come together when I get there. I hope.
Oceana's going with me today. My babysitter (Havalah) is sailing with the ship this afternoon, so she can't watch her. Matt's at work. My parents and brother are in the States. Where are all my babysitters?? Ak!
Anyways, she'll (hopefully) sleep in her pack n play in the nursery. Hopefully my load music and screaming 10 year old girls won't disturb her. (Ha!)
Ok. In the next hour we have to: Get lunch, get out of the house, sit on the potty (her, not me), get to the office to pick something up, get to the printer to sign off on the finals of the magazine, park where the free parking is, walk back to the church, decide on the next moves for the dance, put the 2 year old down for a nap in a building full of load children, and hope that the girls have calmed down since yesterday. (They were CRAZY yesterday).
Byebye. :) Canned lunch it is...