Things I was supposed to do tonight

First, an announcement:

This morning, I finished marking all my grade 12 tests, exams and assignments. Marks are in the computer. I'm done! (With that class anyway.) Hurray! Just my grade 11 class to finish now, but it's a much smaller group and much less work.

Which leads me to the topic of this post.

After school, I was going to do a bit of marking (to give me less to do on the weekend), but I got caught up in a conversation with a co-worker. Not that I have an issue with that, nor do I think it a waste of time. The fact is, a few of my colleagues have been getting on my nerves lately, so it was nice to have a chat with a sane and wise person, rather than the silly 20-something year olds in my department.

So, the marking didn't get done before we had to go downstairs to attend a retirement function for three old boys who are calling it quits this year. My plan was to stay until about 5:00 pm, or 5:15 at the latest, and then sneak off home so I could make it to dance class.

But the speeches went on and on. I think it's rather rude when people get up and leave when someone is doing a presentation, plus I really like all three of these colleagues, so I stayed. And soon, it was too late for me to get home, change and drive to the other side of town to attend my last dance class of the year.

So, I thought maybe I'd go to Kettlebell class and then stay for yoga. My yoga teacher holds free classes in between sessions (to attract new business, I guess, but she invites us to come too). But on my way out of the school, the cooking teacher took me into the kitchen and gave me a container of mole (pronounced mol-ay) to take home to Mr. P. He's a good friend, so we chatted for a few minutes and by the time I left, it was too late to make it to Kettlebell class at 6:45.

So, I thought maybe I'd just go to yoga at 8:00 pm. But then I got lazy and comfortable and my belly hurts a little (girl stuff, ya know), so I made that a good excuse not to go to yoga either.

So, here I am sitting on the couch, getting sleepier by the minute.

My marking didn't get done.

I missed my last dance class of the year.

Kettlebell class happened without me.

And the yoga ladies are probably twisted in some unnatural position right now.

I didn't do any of the things I was supposed to do tonight.

But who cares?