I've been missing in action for quite awhile now. Every once in awhile, I try to come back here and post something--I have ideas all the time of things to write about. Just no time to do it. So I'm just here long enough to say that, after camp, I will re-surface. I serve as the stake YW camp director and this time of year is crazy. Fun. But crazy. Here's what my days are like:
- Planning for camp
- Emailing about camp
- Phone calls for camp
- Brainstorming for camp
- Shopping for camp
- Pretending I'm listening when other people talk about something other than camp
- Feeding my children
- Promising my children I will make it up to them after camp
Following my after-hours return to the bedroom (we're back in my real world now), Eric gets up at some ghastly hour (I think 4:30) and kisses me on the forehead before departing. The sad thing is, I'm usually mildly awake and stewing again by that time.
See you after CAMP!
This SO reminds me of working on Youth Conference for the past 4 years (but not this year!! whoo hoo!) In the extending a calling interviews, I think they should ask, "Are you the kind of person that will literally lose sleep being in charge of this?" YES, YES!! I will!!!!!! I'll say a prayer for you--you'll be awesome, but extra prayers don't hurt.
ReplyDeleteLaughing out loud over this post! Especially loved the final dream scene you described -- so funny! :} Um, good luck! Jill P.
ReplyDeleteBless you, bless you, bless you. So glad there are fabulous leaders like you who focus on all the details so that girl's camp will be an amazing, testimony building experience for our young women. I hope you have a massage scheduled for the week after. And a dinner out with Eric. And a pedicure.
ReplyDeleteThank you, my friends, for your comments. Sometimes it just helps to have people acknowledge your efforts and little sacrifices.
ReplyDeleteI also, ROFLOLd at the last scene of your dream. (Normally, I would never type something so ridiculous for all to see, but I just had to after reading your last entry)
ReplyDeleteDisclaimer: Unfortunately, the above is the epitome of hyperbole (ep-i-tome of hyper-bowl). While I did "laugh out loud," I was not "rolling on floor" at the time. ;)