Which I will not be.
I even begged Craig to call him and tell him to let me out of it in order to save our marriage because I was going crazy, lol. Which he refused, telling me, "You're the one who agreed to do this. How many times have I told you to say no to people?"
None of this helped by the fact that Aunt Flo decided to visit yesterday. The past thirty-six hours have been a muddle of agonizing pain, desires for crying jags, and complete lack of motivation, with real life happening all around it, including a board meeting tonight that meant I couldn't practice after my lesson this afternoon until 10pm tonight.
Craig is right, of course. But that doesn't change the fact that I would do anything--including trying to bribe the band teacher at the booster meeting tonight to get him to play for me--to get out of this recital tomorrow. This whole nightmare has even made me hate Hotel California. Which I have always loved.