Today makes two happy years of FavoriteBoy being, well, my FavoriteBoy. It also makes four happy months of FavoriteBoy being my fiance... although I still haven't gotten used to the word, and it still sounds strange. Two years is a long time, but it is also a short time. We're looking forward to many happy years to come.
In other news, I got internet access in my apartment, which is wonderful.
I love my violin students, and playing and teaching music is the only thing I can imagine myself truly enjoying as a career. Not that I'm in any position to be picky - I currently babysit four mornings a week to make ends meet - but while I find toddlers cute, six hours amusing a two-year-old is somewhat akin to running a marathon. It taxes my creativity and patience and energy, and I endure those hours for the teaching in the afternoons and the playing in the evenings.
Finally, I had mentioned FlyLady in my previous post. Well, don't subscribe to her emails. They are a big pain. She seems to exist primarily for people whose lives are constantly on the verge of utter chaos. My inbox is crammed with junk, junk, and more junk from her. I've tried unsubscribing THREE TIMES, and all to no avail. She tells me things like, "drink plenty of water today," and then sends a separate email to remind me to "clean the kitchen sink," followed by a third (fourth, fifth, etc.) ordering me to go through important papers regularly. On the bright side, it's encouraging to realize that Three-Years-Ago-Sarah might have actually not been able to stay on top of simple tasks like cleaning the kitchen sink or organizing piles of papers without such emails. Today-Sarah finds those emails annoying and superfluous. Why? Because Today-Sarah is totally in control of her life. Mm-hmm.