Everything at once

I’m looking at my calendar, and holy cow, I have these packed two weeks staring back at me. I mean it’s like Welsh’s grape, that’s how jammed it is.

This is what I’m looking at: tonight is home school Arts and Achievement, where Susan will sing the “50 States that Rhyme” (Her stand-by song for most public performances. It’s a good thing everyone likes it). Tomorrow I have a bridal shower for a young lady who used to sit my kids. It’s a good thing she’s marrying young, or I’d feel old.

Next weekend we camp for the first time this season. I’m not ready. I love camping - once I get there. The planning, packing and whatnots is so much work. And our pop-up hasn’t been opened since last summer when got home from Creationfest. Oy. Hope the mice didn’t enjoy themselves too much.

Then for the last weekend of May, I (sans kiddos; yeah, baby) get to attend the highlight of my home schooling year - the ENOCH convention. It’s such a kick in the pants to hobnob with all the other home schooling moms, dads. We have it all here in New Jersey, even within the Christian home schooling community. If you are into the sport of People Watching, I highly recommend your local home school convention. And then there are the workshops! Such wisdom and encouragement! Plus all the books to touch, smell, taste! No, I don’t put the books in my mouth (Only if I’m buying. Ha. Just a bit of book-buying humor).

AND in the midst of all that, I’m suppost to be writing my first Child Advocate presentation. I keep meaning to post about it, sorry I haven’t. Long story short; I volunteered with Compassion International as a Child Advocate to give short presentations in local churches.

It’s not that big of a deal, I mean, I’m a writer, this is cake for me. Tough part: the two-hour conference call I need to chime in on either May 19 or May 25. Well, the 25th is out, we don’t get home until Monday. I can’t see me delievering my presentation next to the campfire while on my cell. I’d do May 19, except it’s 2 p.m. What to do with kids? I could try to stick them all in front of the TV, but that’s no guarantee they will give me peace. That’s a big chunk of time, two hours on the phone. So it looks like June is the only date I can do.

Maybe I can beg off camping, claim prior commitment. Think Doc will go for it? Oh, and as for the Doc-hubs, he’s sick with this bizarre infection in his elbow. Who gets an infection in their elbow?? Anyway, you should see it, all fire engine red and puffy. The (real) doctor said if it doesn’t get better by tomorrow, (fake doc) husband must be admitted to hospital for IV medication.

Hmm. Maybe I won’t be camping next weekend after all.

So. How you doin’?