Guilt

I'm missing a choir rehearsal. Right now. I am not the type to miss a choir rehearsal. Ever. I understand that it is entirely my own fault that I am missing a choir rehearsal. I'd like to find someone to blame it on, but I can't. My husband is in Milwakee. My daughter is sleeping. Someone has to stay home with her, not that I could bring her to a choir rehearsal if she were awake anyway, especially since she has a terrible cold and has been tempermental all day. I knew my husband was going to Milwakee. I just forgot that he might not be back from Milwakee until it was too late to do anything about it. I don't have a ready supply of babysitters to draw upon, so I am hum drumming it at my computer, guilty, miserable, and feeling irresponsible. I'm imagining the music the choir is singing. I am missing out on making notes on the printed page with my mechanical pencil. Next time I will be more organized. I will look for a babysitter in advance. I will not forget to ask when my husband will be back from Milwakee, or anywhere else for that matter.