Night is for Sleeping (as I try to convince myself)

I am a night-owl. Officially, I go to bed at about 9:00 to 9:30 at night. Unofficially, I crawl into bed at about 10:30 PM. I don't know why, but I don't like to go to bed early. I will avoid it for all I'm worth: I'll read a book, I'll knit, I'll draw...I'll even do algebra! (I know something's up if I'd rather do algebra than go to sleep!)

Basically every single night last week I found some excuse not to go to sleep. Books, schoolwork, stuff like that. It was even worse than usual; I was getting into bed at...oh...about 11:00 PM or later.

I'm so glad I have a good Heavenly Father who is always looking out for my health. I have a job babysitting/walking some girls up to the bus stop, plus the time when I teach piano to one of my students has been switched to pretty early in the morning. Because I have to be at the house of the girl that I babysit at 7:30 AM (!) I've actually been forced to go to sleep earlier out of necessity.

Of course, staying up so late repeatedly last week has taken its toll. I am sick. Sore throat, cold, general feeling of washed-out-ness. I guess it's my penalty for avoiding sleep. *sigh* I've never been a morning person, but getting up early with a cold is sooooo hard.

Speaking of procrastinating and 'sooooo hard', I'm starting to tear my hair out about something. I participate in a public speaking club, and about a month ago I was given the assignment of doing a humorous interpretation of a book or poem. Now, the last assignment I completely put off until it was code-red urgent, and so I told myself I was not going to repeat that. So the first chance I got I went to the library and got out one book.

After I had spent about a week working on a piece from that one book ('By the Great Horn Spoon' by Sid Fleischman) I decided that it wasn't funny enough. You see, there are some super hilarious parts of 'BtGHS' but it's about the goldrush and so there's several mentions of cigars, fistfights, guns, and stuff like that. (It's not really that bad, but my teacher was hoping to have me perform the interpretation at a library children's hour or somewhere like that, and I don't think telling jokes about cigars would make a great impression) So then I had to go back to the library and gather up a multitude of books. Again, I spent another week preparing an interpretation, only to realize that it mentioned Hell. 'Hell' as a place, not swearing, but once again it wouldn't make a good impression. I honestly don't want little five year olds slinging that word around.

So, it's less than a week before our club meets again and I just picked out my interpretation. It's Winnie the Pooh. You just can't go wrong with Winnie the Pooh.

The whole point of that long, rambling story was to praise God that I didn't procrastinate in that situation! Can you imagine the chaos and turbulence I would be in right now if I spent a week experiencing the above story instead of a month?

No, wait. I don't even want to think about it.

I suppose I should follow my own advise about procrastination and go to bed now. Adios, amigos!

Hugs & Blessings,

Izori

P.S. Guess what! I get to make up my own fairy tale and write it in Spanish! I am soooooo excited. =) It makes me feel accomplished. =)