Or at least, I feel like one. In both choir classes, everybody LOVED the music I chose, although my changed boy is nervous about singing them. (Worried they'll be too hard.) Anyway, the amount of enthusiasm certainly lifted my spirits! I don't always pick all hits. Part of that is education, I can hear things the students can't, so I hear the way it will sound at performance, and they don't yet. Sometimes it is just a difference of opinion! So it is nice to have music everybody is excited about working on.
Also, the concert will be AWWWWWESOME. And ironic. Show is singing songs about joy and happiness, and Gospel is singing about dragging your weary soul to heaven. This contrast fills me with inner glee.
Speaking of irony! Irony is when you are nearly out of clean underwear, and try to send a load home with your mommy, pitifully explaining the sad state of affairs only to discover HER WASHING MACHINE IS BROKEN. I would have brought my load home with me, except Mum is insisting on taking it home, and washing "the essentials" herself. By hand. In the bathtub.
Which feels slightly awkward, until I remember this is the woman who carried me internally for nine months, popped me out, proceeded to change my pants for the next two years, and then continued to care for me when I was sick. I don't think moms have an "awkwardness" sensor when it comes to their children. A least mine doesn't.
I still feel slightly guilty about sending her home with my laundry to do BY HAND, but it seemed to give her so much glee to be able to do something for me.
My mom is a little strange.
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