This weekend has been an experience in just trying to get the next thing done. Which, I haven’t been all that successful at. So this is going to be a very lame post. You have been warned.
Friday’s session at the gym turns out to be a prime example of the myth of “it will give you more energy.”
Friday night was long and a bit tough. I was at the pre-investiture retreat to help the four women plan their service of investiture. I love planning worship. I even love planning worship with a colleague. But this was trying to come to consensus with 9 women, one of whom kept trying to “drive” the process while at the same time saying “it’s just a suggestion.” I must have done OK, because several of them complimented me on my “patience” by the end. (ah, the irony.)
Saturday, was another 3 hour meeting on the same topic but with only one colleague. We got a lot more done.
I didn’t get much else done on Saturday.
This morning, Palm Sunday, I played and also was one of the readers. At both services.
After church I made the boys go to the grocery store with me. When we got home I could barely stay on my feet through the Putting Away portion of the fun. I had to lay down for a bit. Two and a half hours later I dragged my butt out of bed and tried to clean the kitchen so that I could mess it up again and make dinner.
It’s going to be a gruelling week. Deadlines at work are insane. I have some internship work on the schedule. Supposed to meet with a few support colleagues. And of course, it is Holy Week. I still haven’t looked at the MTA, but I’m pretty sure the boys are with me for Easter. I can tell you right now, I don’t think I’m going to cook anything. I think we’ll go out for dinner…after a nice long Sunday afternoon nap.
I should stay up and clean the kitchen (again) or get a head’s start on something due for tomorrow, or find some of the information I need for the re-finance company, or do a load of laundry. Or a number of other things. But I think I’m going to go to bed.