why the 'break' in 'spring break' is misleading

If you were to ask me I would tell you that I am good at saying no. I have believed this because I have successfully said no a few times when it was quite difficult to do so. It turns out that those times were flukes. I am not good at saying no. Instead, I am good at volunteering for everything under the sun. I want to be that person. You know, the one you can always count on to do it and do it well. It's just that there is not actually as much time in a day as I seem to think there is. Next week I volunteered to drive my two small children to St. George. From Kansas. By myself. That is at least as far as you are imagining and probably farther. But there's this family thing and plane tickets would be $1000 and so on and so forth... It's not like anyone is going to give ME that $1000 or anything so it's kind of hard keeping that in perspective. I've gone almost as far before and it was fine, not fun by any stretch of the imagination, but not so bad. You'd think that would make it less scary. Nope.

Also, because I am insane, I have volunteered for a rather large project for church this week that must be completed before I leave on Monday morning. And I need to rollover a 401k and reorganize the bank accounts and figure out how to submit claims to the FSA because, wow, do they owe use a lot of money. Oh yeah, and I need to make a baby gift for my dear sister-in-law who I will see on this trip. Her baby is now 9 months old. And I have a custom order due Wednesday and, of course, there is a playdate scheduled almost every day because heaven forbid my little social butterflies have to go a day without friends. And there are doctor's appointments and training runs and laundry and phone calls and bikini waxes.

It's only Tuesday and I'm exhausted.

Perhaps driving won't be so bad after all.