I was visiting with my girlfriend and her mom this afternoon and we were talking about how stupid busy I am. Really, when am I going to step back and look at how much I’m overdoing it?
Here is my list of One Too Many Things To Do These Days:
1. The Mrs. Claus Affair – A small foundation my friend Rebecca and I started this year to benefit the spouses of deployed service personnel over Christmas. Basically, it’s our way of ensuring that moms who are hoofing it on their own while their men are off fighting for freedom have something to open on Christmas morning. We finished our first service project (a holiday card mini-photo shoot where 2/3 of the proceeds went to our foundation) and we have one more fund raiser to go. Then we need to sort nominations and plan a luncheon and shop for gifts…I’m tired.
2. Rex – I’m trying to volunteer in Rex’s classroom 1-2 days a week in the mornings. It doesn’t sound like that much but I swear two hours plus travel time and unscheduled trips to the commissary (since I’m there…) turn it into a half day event.
3. Laundry – They keep wearing clothes. Really, how necessary is this? My parents were here for way too short of a visit and for nine days I didn’t touch an article of clothing except to put it over my head. I finally felt guilty that my mom was doing so much so I collected a few stray shirts and went down to start a load. She yelled at me. It was so sweet. Now she’s gone (they left 5 days early to beat the Frankenstorm) and there’s no one here that likes to do laundry.
4. A Christmas Story – Harrison and I tried out for our military community’s production of A Christmas Story playing in the month of December. I’m playing the mother and Harrison is Toady, Scut Farcas’ little cronie. I have practice every. Single. Night. I’m so stupid.
5. Writing – I’m picking up some freelance stories here and there (to fill the time) and forgot that real journalism takes more than 20 minutes of disorganized inner dialogue thrown at the computer in a frenzy of self expression. I finished a story yesterday that took me over three stinking hours. It’s like being back in college.
6. Cooking – Because my husband just bought me a truckload of French antique furniture for pre-Christmas I am living the frugal life. This means I don’t have money for fast food or dinners out. Since we eat at least twice daily in the car I swear I’m now making sandwiches seven times a day. Add that to my crock pot marathon and it’s like I’m becoming some sort of stay at home mom who isn’t here often enough to get anything done.
As I visited with Glenna about my overextendedness I realized something: it will never end. I’m Mormon and we’re big believers in a busy, rocking afterlife. We don’t die and get to nap in the ground, oh no. We move on to bigger and better things.
But really, would it be so hard to let me squeeze in a week long snooze of unconsciouness before I have to go toward the light? The eternal To Do List is almost too much to think about.