Whine, whine, whine
I dragged myself through this day, from my wake-up call at 6:00 a.m. (Babygirl, ready for a shower, Cheerios, and a video) through the delivery of three weeks' worth of mail and an afternoon at the church, preparing a neglected room for twenty-five preschoolers next week. And it seems like I accomplished very little, yet I am so tired.
It's that time of year, that time when I ask myself, "How did I get this job?" I am braiding together the three strands that comprise a church's Vacation Bible School--the volunteers, the participating children and the materials. I have details swirling around in my brain--"must remember yarn for nametags"; "need to find that animal print fabric"; "call those two volunteers to see if they are in or out"; "finish banner for entryway"; et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I am juggling a billion slippery details.
Not a big deal, except my brain feels like a giant colander and the details like grains of rice, slipping right through the holes.
We already have more children signed up than we have slots. I'm going to have to stand up in front of the congregation and plead for more volunteers. I hate doing that. I hate making phone calls. I hate my hair.
Did I mention how tired I feel? Send methamphetamines.
It's that time of year, that time when I ask myself, "How did I get this job?" I am braiding together the three strands that comprise a church's Vacation Bible School--the volunteers, the participating children and the materials. I have details swirling around in my brain--"must remember yarn for nametags"; "need to find that animal print fabric"; "call those two volunteers to see if they are in or out"; "finish banner for entryway"; et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I am juggling a billion slippery details.
Not a big deal, except my brain feels like a giant colander and the details like grains of rice, slipping right through the holes.
We already have more children signed up than we have slots. I'm going to have to stand up in front of the congregation and plead for more volunteers. I hate doing that. I hate making phone calls. I hate my hair.
Did I mention how tired I feel? Send methamphetamines.
posted by Melodee at Friday, July 15, 2005
10 Comments:
Thank goodness for that relaxing vacation....
oops.
Hugs for you Mel...
But you can't have any of my meth, I am hoarding it for myself. I need to lose a few pounds.
I am sure you look innocent enough that they won't stop you from buying some bulk sudafed at the store!
I avoid VBS like I avoid the plague, and liver and onions, and obnoxious people, and idiot drivers, and....well, you get the picture.
If I have more than two things on my mind at once, all systems malfunction. Next year, JUST SAY NO!
Hang in there since you said yes this time ;)
I agree with Donna. Hang in there and you will get through it this year, but take your "dirt year" next year and just say "NO!!"
Volunteered for VBS once. It was total mayhem. A good friend was organizing it, so I felt (guilty) obligated to help her out. She must have had nineteen nervous breakdowns by the time it was all over, in addition to getting beaten to a pulp by various contrary teachers, parents, volunteers, etc.
But the kids loved it. they didn't know or see any of the bad stuff. They just had a blast. It's that kind of reaction that makes you almost forget how hard it was to pull off.
almost... :)
good luck Mel!
Oh gosh, VBS. I made up my mind I just couldn't help this year. (I did last year, juggling working fulltime, nursing a baby and leading the singing!) Last night the lady in charge called begging for more help. I don't even want to call her back. Now I know I have to do something...I feel your pain. Maybe I can make a banner or tie yarn to nametags???? I am really not good with kids!
I love VBS...but I would be terrible at being in charge. I'm not an "in charge" kinda person! My mom and I do the Bible Study at VBS every year and have a great time.
It will chill out some...and just think of all the lives you will have touched in the process. All those children...:D
Hope it all works out and you aren't too stressed out. I will be praying for you!
Hi Mel (and welcome back!)... I agree with those who have have suggested you say 'No' next year. The greatest thing I've learned in the last 10 years is to say yes to only those things which I;ve been given the grace from God to handle. For 5 years I was in charge of VBS crafts for the whole group and it was always the wildest, craziest, most hectic time for me of each of those 5 years. But you know what? I loved every minute! But *only* because there was a grace all over me to do it. In other areas since then, I've been required to do much less, but each moment was a terrible struggle--that's because I was doing something without Grace. Learning to recogniize when Grace is saying yes (and no) totally changed my life--and there's no guilt residue, either, because I know I'm obeying God... God bless... Debra
Ah, but in just one week you will be done! In a week I will still have four more weeks worth of crafts spread all over my dining room table.
Please pass the rainstick, I mean petroglyphs, errr...those CD fish, um...and a side of snowglobe. Who would like an amazing rocket ship for dessert?
I'm beginning to wonder if my husband will even bother driving home for the weekend until this is over.
Why don't you read Jan Karon's Mitford books? All Cynthia, the minister's wife, will do, is annual teas.
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