Today is the Big Day. The maypole project I've been working on - since March - will finally get performed at the Guppy Gala. I will call upon all of my mystic Girl Scout song leader abilities to teach the munchkins dance and song. I have been so psyched about this for so long now, that I'm possibly setting myself up for major disappointment if it doesn't go well.
And oh: I have a cold. I feel tired and cranky, not zippy and peppy. And it's raining. Will the kids even want to dance in the rain? Will the ground become a sea of mud? How many pairs of dry socks should I be packing?