I’m such an asshole. I can’t believe this. Months ago, I signed up for a fiber retreat for next weekend. I wrote it down on my calendar, and I’ve been looking forward to it with all my heart. I booked a rental car, I made a little list of what to pack and a little folder with my confirmation postcard and my class schedule and required supplies and printouts of the emails with information and driving directions.
Except none of the information in my little folder had the dates on it, just days.
And just now, Ron was complaining about daylight savings time & I said no, no, it’s next weekend, daylight savings starts during the fiber retreat. And of course when I went to look it up, I realized my error. Two days into the retreat, 3 classes missed, all the money paid (it was a bargain, so it’s not too much money, but it ain’t exactly growing on trees around here), and too late to bother going out for the Sunday class (it’s a 4-5 hour drive and the class starts at 9am, so I could either get to the camp at 2am and wake everyone up or leave at 4 in the morning; and even I’m not stupid enough to drive 10 hours round trip for a 3-hour class).
And this whole time, I’ve been looking at the web site, anticipating my classes, seeing who the teachers are, getting totally excited, never realizing my mistake.
Last time I registered for a workshop, I had to cancel for work commitments for a stupid job that I never should have taken, and now I do this. And I love hosting Yarn School, but it’s not like I ever get to just relax and enjoy it for more than 5 minutes before something needs my attention.
Yeah, so I suck. I’m going to try to quit bawling and blow my snotty nose. I feel like throwing up.