Of forgetfulness, insanity, and lost children

I had an epic post a few days ago, and I couldn't get on then, and now I don't remember it.  I hate it when that happens.  I also hate it when I've worked so hard to learn a dance, and then they change it.  It's so hard to remember the change, and then you make the teacher unhappy with you.  Sigh.
My schedule has been crazy the past few weeks, with work, Nutcracker, cleaning my room, etc.  Being sick last week didn't help matters either, though it was nice that it hit over UEA weekend, so I didn't miss as much as I would have.
Emotional chaos, I've found, makes your day seem really long.  Thursday, a little boy got lost at work.  We were looking for him for probably fifteen minutes before we found him, and that was after his grandmother got worried enough that she told us he was missing.  We looked in the bathrooms, and in the play-land, to the point of me and another girl climbing up in the tubes to ask the kids what their names were.  It would have been kind of fun to get to climb up there if it wasn't so serious.  The play-land was where we eventually found him.  It turned out that when we had asked the kids what their names were, he had lied.  He probably thought he was in trouble, but he was probably in even bigger trouble because we thought he wasn't there.  His poor grandmother was almost in hysterics by the time we found him.  She was very glad to see him, but I'd hate to be the little boy after his grandmother calmed down just enough to get angry.  The day seemed to drag after that.  It seemed like so much had happened that it should be a lot late than it was whenever I looked.
Anyhow, so that's how my crazy life is going.  I keep feeling like there's something else I should be saying, either some great story or some brilliant insight or something, but I can't think of what it was, so I'll have to post it later if I think of it.

pointe4Jesus

~Dancing for Him Who died for me.~