I’m sick. How I got a cold in August, I just plain don’t understand. I have the sore throat and sniffles, the body aches and the irritated skin.
Of course, this would happen on an incredibly busy week for me. I work in Young Women’s now (again – this must just be where I belong.) and things have been hectic as we try to recover from summer and get back to work. I’ve had posters and spreadsheets and activities and temple trips and lessons and busy busy busy.
Plus, any time I move to a new place and introduce myself as a craft designer, I get pounced on. I always end up helping out in Relief Society (the women’s organization) and usually with the activity board as well. Luckily I haven’t met the Activities person yet, but relief society already found me and I have to come up with two projects that all the ladies can make as part of a special event. I’m working up a nativity and a black halloween cat that I’ll share with all of you once I’m finished.
And it’s pine wood derby season, and Bear volunteered to help out, so I have to turn a pine wood derby car into a golf cart by Saturday.
And I need to make a cake for a lady who’s having a baby, not to mention all the gifts I’m late with. Canadian boy and girl had a little junebug and I haven’t even started anything for it, and one of my favorite girls ever graduated from high school and is about to leave home any day now without even a card from me.
I sound incredibly whiny, I realize. It’s not that I have a problem saying no, believe me, I know my limits. It’s that there’s not a thing on this list that I don’t want to do. I just don’t seem to be able to be all the places I want to be right now.
Because I have a stinking cold in August.