Train Wrecks

Sometimes, I wonder if there will ever be a much-anticipated event which will go as planned.  The kids seem to have their own agenda, and I end up disappointed.  My best friend's wedding last summer, for example, ended with me covered in vomit, wearing my bridesmaid's dress and stilettos, in the ER with Mister.  One MRI and 3 hours later, it was just a gastro thing, not a concussion.

Yesterday, I was thrilled to be singing in the Christmas Cantata.  I don't sing much anymore, and when I get to do so, it makes me so happy!  My parents were helping with the kids, and when my mom said she would take them to the nursery, I said, "No, let's see how they do!  I think they will like the music.".  What's that about hindsight?...

The choir lined up at the front of the church, and I hear both Bug and Mister start crying.  I hear Mister screaming, " Mommy!". I see the choir director's face, a look of sheer annoyance that whomever is in charge of those screaming children is not removing them from the sanctuary.  I will my father to whisk them out as quickly as possible and feel miserable because that means he will miss at least some of the cantata (including watching my angel nieces sing and look adorable like the well-behaved little ladies they are).  Oh, and I am supposed to sing with the choked-up, "my children are heathens" lump in my throat.  Right.

It worked out in the end, and everyone said it was not such a big deal.  I did avoid the choir director, as I am pretty sure he thought it was a big deal.  Oh well.  One of these days I'll learn.  Things don't turn out as I hope they will.  Instead, a train wreck should be my expectation, and I will be overjoyed if it turns out differently!