I found myself sitting at work today wishing, oh WISHING I had to work again the next day and depressed about the weekend starting. How many people say that on a Friday afternoon?
One half is from me getting a bit bored at home and enjoying the lesson, which was a single student, good English, highly motivated, interesting language - not just the usual 'what's your favorite food'.
The other half is my mortal dread of the volleyball game tomorrow. How on earth did I get into this? By being at work in April when the first PTA meeting was held, meaning Kanji attended it. Every parent has to volunteer for something. He chose the volleyball last year and enjoyed it, or rather, it wasn't too taxing, so he decided to do it again. I couldn't go last year, as I had a month-old baby. But this year, all of a sudden he had another club event to attend, and now I have to go.
Can't pike out and let the team down. We only have to do ONE thing a year, so it would look a bit bad if we couldn't even do that. I'll go and they'll all enthuse over my height and put me in the front row to spike, or whateveryoucallit, and I'll demur and shake my head and insist I'm crap, and they'll think I'm just being modest...they'll find out soon enough that I'm not, that I am indeed the world's worst team sports player.
This is the girl chosen last every time at school for softball, the girl who barely scraped into the lowest netball team, the girl who scored three baskets in TWO YEARS of social basketball, and even then the whole team contrived to set me up for my shot.
God I just hope we lose quickly and I can slink off again home. I'll take the kids to distract me, and because Erica crying is the best excuse to have to leave the room.