Karma

Oh. my. GOSH.

I JUST blogged about this on Monday, gleefully basking in my granted good graces to be able to sleep in and avoid the 5's.

I now make it a point to never wake up in the 5's no matter what....Thankfully, even in my most busy work seasons since teaching, I have been spared from rolling over in the morning and seeing a bright red 5 staring back at my face. Glorious.

Telling poor Rob how utterly sorry I was that his rat-race-American work schedule required he be up at the crack.

To Rob: As for having to wake up at 5 AM, I'm truly sorry. I hope your Saturdays are good to you.

Just yesterday I received a phone call from a good friend of mine with whom I taught high school choir. He still teaches there, and he asked if I would choreograph his Spring Pop Show. At first he asked that I choreograph for his choirs only, which meet later in the day. No problem! I love to choreograph...and teach pubescent 9th grade boys how to keep their mammoth feet from winding around their ankles.

But THEN! He called back and said his assistant now wants me to choreograph for HER choirs as well, which meet very EARLY in the morning. And on one particular day, I have to be there at 7 freakin' 30! Not to mention he also added his men's choir into the batch. It's the choir that all the jocks take to goof around and make my teacher friend miserable. I'm scared of Men's Choir.

You know what this means, don't you? Considering the commute in the morning out to the school will probably take 45 minutes at that time, and that professionally speaking, I should arrive at least 15 minutes early.

I'm going to have to wake up IN THE 5's!

I better NOT blog about how thankful I am those pills are keeping me from getting pregnant.

Karma....is such a bitch.