Hypocrites, or, alternately, fuck, I'm tired

I was originally going to do a post on Palm Sunday and what I associate with it. (Hypocrite Day - the day we celebrate Jesus' awesomeness before advocating his murder 5 days later.)  This was going to segway into a bit about our society is fickle.  I was going then raise some interesting, yet provocative questions about Life and Western Society.  But my feet hurt, so I am going to complain at the Internets instead.

Which says something about Western Society (or my place in it, anyway)....

This weekend has been rough.  Because Spring Break is coming up, a lot of projects are coming due.  These projects incur lots of stress and anxiety.  Which sucks.  In any case, I did not compete this weekend, so, on Friday, I was looking forward to my first non-competition weekend in a while.

Hah.

On Friday evening, I was asked to baby-sit on Saturday for most of the day.  I agreed, because I like the family and the little kid is quite cute.  But it did mean that I needed to be up early-ish in the morning.  On Saturday, I learned that two year olds have boundless energy.  We went for a walk, played catch, played soccer, swung, played catch, kicked a ball, played catch, and played some variant of monster/tag/you-can't catch-me.  In addition, we watched Dora the Explorer, Wall-E, and about 5 minutes of Looney Tunes.  Now, this kid is cute, and generally well behaved but he was channeling the Energizer Bunny; when I left, at one, he still wasn't ready for a nap. (I was.)

But it was not to be.  My parents hosted a birthday party for my uncle in the afternoon.  After I left my babysitting job, I went to help them get ready.  I was there until 8-ish at night.  When I came back to my grand-ma's I was confronted with a disaster of a kitchen.  My grandma had been cooking, but not cleaning up.  So, with determination, I put away groceries, loaded up the dishwasher and swept the floor, intending to do more today.  I then collapsed on my bed, called th3 Goofball and promptly fell asleep.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, my grandmother woke me up - my grandpa had fallen and needed my help to get up.  My grandmother hovered around anxiously, getting in the way, and running over my foot with his wheelchair, while I shoved at him, in multiple attempts, so he could get up - and I could go back to bed (I still wasn't fully awake).  Finally, he got  up, and I patched up his bleeding elbow, cleaned up the blood, and cleaned the blood off the rag.  I collapsed in my bed.  Three hours later, I woke up, got ready and drove my sister to church.  We were late.  Because I also had to attend a practice speech and debate session for Nationals, I had to leave early as well. (This was also the first time I have been able to attend church in a month).  After that, I hurried over to the practice.  According to the schedule, we were supposed to be out by 2. 

Sweet! I was excited - I had only brought a nice outfit - with high heels.  I was not looking forward to wearing that for any length of time.  In addition, I was tired and had homework to do - the afternoon looked to be wonderful.

And then someone was an hour late to practice and one of the advisers took two hours per piece. I finally got to go home at six, after eating a burrito at Chipolte's. 

When I came home, I was freaking exhausted and ready to kick off my heels.  However, my sister needed help moving boxes in the garage, my grandma needed help in the kitchen, and my grandpa navigation assistance in his wheelchair - all before I could even set my bag and papers down, much less change or relax.  I then had to assist in various chores for an hour - while noting that my work the night before in clearing the dishes had been completely erased - it was as if it had never happened.

ARGHHHH!!!

I need to de-stress.  Or have an extra day on my weekend.