Whew!

I've posted along these lines before (see Staying Busy ) so it's a recurring theme, and I don't want to bore anyone but here we go (no, no, not the Bud Light commercial)

This has been one of those weeks. By Sunday night's bedtime, I will have been out of the house 7 nights out of the last 8. Now that may not seem so bad to you young whippersnappers, but remember, I get up at 4AM everyday but Friday, and 6:30 on Sunday, so 8PM to me is late. I manage to stay up most nights until about 9:30, but sometimes even that is a struggle. Admittedly, a lot of that is my fault. Three of these nights are Scout-related. I worry about getting burned-out. I sure don't want scouting to be a chore.

And here I am seriously considering becoming the Scoutmaster for the boy scout troop.

I just got back from helping the Boy Scouts prepare Hamilton UMC for Room in the Inn. We set up for the guests, including their bedding, and cooked and served dinner. And as expected, it was time well spent. Which really is part of the problem. I enjoy what I'm involved in. I don't know where to cut back. I guess I need to just keep in mind that this week was just a weird connection of several unusual things. It's the thought that "Oh man, gotta go out again tonight" that's the issue. Once I get there, I'm cool.

Actually, a LOT of this stress I'm feeling is work-related. And I bring a lot of that on myself. I want things to be perfect, and when some of the people I work with keep things from being as good as they can be because they don't care as much as I do, it gets to me. And that makes me tired. And that makes me not want to do anything. And on and on.

So I'll keep trudging along, trying to contribute and participate. I really think I just need a vacation, which is coming up the last week of March. Do you ever notice that, the closer a vacation is getting, the more you realize you need it? Is that a self-fulfilling prophecy?