I'm tired, in fact it took me 5 tries to type the word "I'm" at the beginning of this sentence. I woke up at 4:45 and thanks to a mewing cat and a snoring husband I couldn't get back to sleep. So I got up and clocked in to work. After that was done I wasted a bit of time, then watched No Reservations which was okay, but kinda slow. I should have just taken a doggone nap. I kind of took the day off from homework as I am a bit ahead on my reading, at least I am ahead for Friday's reading, and from here on out things are going to get majorly ugly as far as school work goes.
In church this past Sunday a talk was given on the talk from conference by Dallin H. Oaks entitled, "Good, Better, Best." So tonight I am putting this into practice. I am tired and want to sleep but Bonnie D. Parkin is going to be speaking at a stake enrichment night. Then Harold scheduled home teaching and one of the families that we visit (we are companions due to the ward missionary calling) agreed to let us see them and we haven't been able to get into their house before.
Good: Getting some sleep.
Better: Going to hear Sister Parkin.
Best: Going HTing to a less active family who has finally agreed to let us in their home.
I'm feeling good about the decision, now it's time for my second wind to kick in because I am dragging.
They are having a graduation fair at school this week. I get to go order my cap and gown tomorrow. Hard to believe it, but this old girl is finally graduating.
On that note, the old girl part....The other day I entered one of my classes and a couple of the older ladies were talking and they turned to me and asked how old I was and I answered, 38. Then I asked them how old they are and they answered 40. I was astonished. They seem a lot older than that, okay not A LOT older just kinda older. Now I am worried that I look as old as they look or seem to me. I think they may seem older to me because they have significantly older children than I do. They must have started younger than I did. But I can't help thinking that I am fooling myself when I think I don't look my age. I am okay with being 38, I really am. I guess I just thought that most people figured I was a bit younger than that. 35 maybe? I would be okay with being eternally 35. I don't think I have issues with getting older, but when stuff like that scene in class happens I wonder if I am really freaking out about aging.
When I told this story to a HT family last night they said I don't look 35, but they could be just saying that to be nice so I would cut Harold's super long HT lesson shorter.
Time to start taking Centrum Silver and investing in Oil of Olay I guess.