what a weekMay 4, 2007
This month is going a little too fast for me. I know, I know, it’s only May 4 — but I feel like in the the blink of an eye, May will be gone, and before that blink, I have 34875497 end-of-school things to attend to, and I have to sign up for the 34768507 things my kids want to do this summer. I have a calendar, but it doesn’t feel like enough.
I’ve taken on some extra work that involves totally time sensitive weekly deadlines, which come with the ever-present possibility of dropping Very Important Balls, and I think the fear of that has spilled over into my everyday life. Honestly, if we don’t get signed up for soccer camp in time, life will go on. But I can’t shake the feeling of dread.
Don’t get me wrong. Things could be a lot crazier. God knows, they have been in the past and I’ve lived to tell the tale. In general, I’m happy and grateful for where I’m at, and that I can help by taking on this extra stuff. I just feel really, really jumpy.
Maybe I should have skipped the coffee this morning?