I have committed myself to WAY TOO MUCH. I'm exhausted, slightly stressed, and fairly unhappy at the moment. While on paper it doesn't sound like much, the amount of hours required are way more than it seems on the surface:
- taking a course this fall - twice a week for 1.5 hours each class. Not too much reading but quite a bit to study and lots of assignments.
- coordinating Children's Hour at church. I thought this would entail a bunch of stuff at front and be clear sailing after that. Boy, was I wrong. I am currently putting at least 5 to 10 hours per week into this. That's too much. Also, I'm bitter. There are parents who bring their kids and then complain about helping (it is supposed to be a parent cooperative) or just don't show up on their days to teach. I find that deplorable.
- getting lunch on the table by 11:15 every day. I find this difficult so far.
- helping out in Emily's class. So far hasn't happened but it will and I want it to be a priority. So far, it is falling to the end of the list. Crappy.
- therapy for my shoulder. I've had to give up on massage therapy. It isn't working. I've switched to physiotherapy but my therapist wants me to come twice a week and doesn't have evening hours. How am I supposed to do that when I have two kids and John needs to put some time in at work, after all?
Do you see my problem? Way. too. much.
If I had my dithers (I love that expression), I would get out of Children's Hour. So far, not fun. But I've made a commitment for the year and there is no one else to do it. I hate to say it but I may have to drop my course, which I really don't want to do but I can't fit physio and my course in during the same week. I just don't know how to swing it all.
Oh, and it would be nice to play with my kids without falling asleep on the carpet.