as a child, I hated satrudays and sundays because i was dificult to wake up. school for me was a nightmare.
i hated service, so saturday was not a day i looked forward to.
my mother would spring on me at the last moment the news that we were going out in service, be it after the meeting or saturday morn.
i was never mentally prepared.
she never made plans she thrust stuff on me out of the blue. and week nights shed be the last one out, we wouldnt get home till 10 or 11 pm
and i had to get up for school at 6. i needed 10 hours of sleep half my life.
every single time school had any sort of event, like open house , or a football game, or anything fun. it was always on a tuesday or thursday. it
never failed!
so i couldnt go. my mom never ever did anything for me involvong school.[she wouldn miss a meeting no matter what,even when my dad was in the hospital! shed leave him for a convention too.]
i had one friend in school. and if my mom had her way she would have put a stop to it.