The Fretful Mother's Blog

I always have such high hopes for myself when it comes to the theater. Not in terms of performance, of course, but in terms of my ability to stay awake. Why I can’t see that the late hour, darkened room and absence of coffee equal sleepiness I don’t know. But I always suggest going to the late show.
Take last night for example. I spent the day driving across the state in the snow, followed by an evening of helping the kids assemble a number of obnoxious toys. This tends to wear a person out, and I am no exception. Yet I still thought going to the movies was a spectacular idea.
I seriously thought I would stay up for two and a half hours, but only made it 15 minutes. I literally woke up as the final credits were rolling and was shocked to have missed the movie. I think this is probably a symbol of my unfortunate over-confidence in myself. I think I can do all sorts of things that are probably way out of my league. Like I think I could swim the English Channel if I put my mind to it. What the heck is wrong with me?
Think of the physical effort, the distance, the fact that I don’t like to get my face wet. Plus, I’m betting it’s pretty deep water. I doubt I’d be able to “touch.” Then there’s the risk of sharks (?) and the ever-present beach holes. Look at where my over-confidence could lead me. I think I better start underestimating myself. I should probably start questioning my ability to even sit on the toilet. You can never be too safe.

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