Can I get an additional 24...please
There are not enough hours in the day. I have finally said it...that dreaded cliche about the lack of time to accomplish all that needs to be done. I have always disliked this phase because I know that no one is going to die if I don't complete my tasks, and therefore, things can be taken care of tomorrow. Well, not anymore. My new job, which I absolutely LOVE, and a husband and two kids, have caused my schedule to become a total psychotic mess. Allow me to explain....
Last night I attended the "last" FCHS Choir Boosters meeting of the 2005-2006 school year. I signed on to be part of this organization in order to help Nele have a great year as a member of the FCHS Choristers. And, up to this point, it has been a huge help. When I walked in the door (5 minutes late---thanks, Nele) I was handed a piece of paper that contained all the dates for choir events up until the end of the school year (26 days left). As I looked over this schedule and then compared it to my planner, I realized that I was double or even sometimes triple booked for several dates in May. I became immediately depressed. The dates that were double booked were not piddly, little events that we could skip out on if we wanted to. Oh no, these were the big ones...Joe's graduation from Kindergarten, choir concerts, band concerts, prom, state language day at UK, 4-H camp sign-up (my baby at work), 4-H Environmental camp, TPCC services, 4-H Fashion Revue, North Central Camp clean-up day, Cedarmore clean-up, Music in the parks, band banquet, choir banquet, the JMB concerts...the list goes on and on. I wanted to cry. The sad part is...there is actually one day where I have 4 things scheduled at one time. No joke. I don't know how to get to any of them, but I don't know how to get out of any of them either. What's worse?...well, none of the things on the calendar include time for keeping the house clean, or actually CARING for or being with my loved ones in a meaningful way.
So, if you see me sleeping out in public, please...let me sleep...unless I'm snoring loudly and I am disturbing people. It's entirely possible that it will be the only sleep I will get that day. Best of luck to all of you in May and here's hoping that I get to stop and write again before I'm taken off to the looney bin.
Last night I attended the "last" FCHS Choir Boosters meeting of the 2005-2006 school year. I signed on to be part of this organization in order to help Nele have a great year as a member of the FCHS Choristers. And, up to this point, it has been a huge help. When I walked in the door (5 minutes late---thanks, Nele) I was handed a piece of paper that contained all the dates for choir events up until the end of the school year (26 days left). As I looked over this schedule and then compared it to my planner, I realized that I was double or even sometimes triple booked for several dates in May. I became immediately depressed. The dates that were double booked were not piddly, little events that we could skip out on if we wanted to. Oh no, these were the big ones...Joe's graduation from Kindergarten, choir concerts, band concerts, prom, state language day at UK, 4-H camp sign-up (my baby at work), 4-H Environmental camp, TPCC services, 4-H Fashion Revue, North Central Camp clean-up day, Cedarmore clean-up, Music in the parks, band banquet, choir banquet, the JMB concerts...the list goes on and on. I wanted to cry. The sad part is...there is actually one day where I have 4 things scheduled at one time. No joke. I don't know how to get to any of them, but I don't know how to get out of any of them either. What's worse?...well, none of the things on the calendar include time for keeping the house clean, or actually CARING for or being with my loved ones in a meaningful way.
So, if you see me sleeping out in public, please...let me sleep...unless I'm snoring loudly and I am disturbing people. It's entirely possible that it will be the only sleep I will get that day. Best of luck to all of you in May and here's hoping that I get to stop and write again before I'm taken off to the looney bin.
posted by Cari Chase | 11:06 PM
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