You know when you sign up to help with some kind of event, thinking you'll have all sorts of time, latter realizing that you are in way over your head? Anybody ever do that? Is it just me?
From helping out the PTA, to doing my class reunion, church callings and my boys, I feel overwhelmed. Why? You'd think it would be easy stuff. Oh there's the answer, I just don't want to do it.
I've kind of wiggled my way out of the class reunion junk, demoted myself to just emails and website upkeep. Good for me right? Well these people who I am working with are the type who always want to make sure that the whole world is okay, and that everyone knows about the reunion and that everyone is coming. I hate to tell them that even I won't be attending. I was done with high school a couple of months before I graduated, and honestly, I don't really care to go back. And I'm going out of town. See, I'm kind of a bum.
There is just this really nice person who asked for my help with the PTA stuff. I feel like the biggest jerk because I just don't want to do it anymore. It isn't exciting for me, and the "event" doesn't happen until October. I give her advice and help her out with writing an all, but I just don't have the "fire" to do any more.
As for my church work, well there is something about 8 year old boys and me that don't mix. I know, I'm headed for it by having two boys of my own. But I just don't like having these older boys and all their weird boys' stuff and questions and hyper junk going on. I'm too tired for that. Part of it has to do with my "partner" who helps, (or I am supposed to be helping) but she has done it for a while and is pretty much done too. So imagine two ladies, one who doesn't know what she is doing, and the other who doesn't care anymore, wrangling and shushing eight, 8 year old boys. Yeah, it is a headache every week.
My boys. My sweet boys. Chilly won't sleep, and Harry won't get out of bed. They are both interested in how to make the other one cry, or be angry. And big D, well he is working hard at work, getting his stuff together so he can go out of town for 3 weeks. For work. Again.
And lastly this. Tie it all up together and add this and you get me, tired, worn out, grumpy, and wishing for a vacation. Overwhelmed? Just a little bit.