I do this to myself every spring. After being cooped up all winter with nothing to do, after purposefully sequestering myself in my home, hunkering down with my peeps, I go a little nutty with the volunteering come spring. This year has hit me especially hard.
Here's my list for the next two weeks:
- Adam and Luke are both in soccer this year. Practices and games on Tuesdays and Saturdays.
- I've volunteered to take a meal to a mom with a new baby. This is her seventh child.
- I'll be attending my cousin's baby shower next Saturday. (oops! Soccer game! Oh, and I have to shop for a gift...)
- Cub Scouts is winding down its year, but I have six weeks of meetings, alternating Mondays and Thursdays. I still have Adam's health form to fill out for camp, which includes finding his vax record. (FTR, I don't vax my kids anymore - so finding his vax record is a process in itself. It'll involve looking up his ped that I left... four years ago?)
- I'm in charge of our homeschool group's Mom's Night Out.
- I'm working on a spreadsheet for a local pro-life group. I help them organize their data. I have January and February of this year to compile.
- Did I mention I homeschool?
- And that Hubby started a new job, and works Monday - Friday, from about 9am to about 7:30pm, and Saturday mornings? Oh, and still waits tables on Saturday nights?
- and my dad wants me to help a friend of his file a complicated amendment on his taxes.
So when I say that I'm going to bring a meal to a mom in our playgroup who's recently been put on bedrest, someone slap me, okay? There's only so much one woman can do! But for some reason, I seem to think that I can change the world, singlehandedly. "Entropy, beware! I have arrived to save us all! I have come to prevent the decline of Western Civilization in my hyper-domesticity!"