I’m definitely getting into the “overwhelmed” part of the cycle of life around here. Adding up the expenses for Tamara’s cheer group just gets crazier and crazier: $70 for a uniform, $30 for regionals, $69 for nationals, $1200 to get the van road worthy, $250 for the timeshare exchange, probably $1500 for gas and hotel/camping along the way. What is that, over $3000? The other families are doing all these fantastic fundraisers to help cover their expenses. They have local extended families they can reach out to. (“Okay, honey, you can invite this set of grandparents to this one, and the other set of grandparents to the next one, and that way somebody will always be there to watch your little brother.”) Me, I am still trying to raise funds for Kender’s dog as well as Odyssey of the Mind, and so far all their fundraisers dates are on days when I have ritual, funerals, picking up Kender’s dog, etc. Did I mention that we are booked every Saturday from now until I don’t know when? At least through getting the dog. And it’s not just cheer, it’s the $1400 I need to get the girls high school books, it’s how everybody wants to go to PaganFest and everybody expects us to be there. Meanwhile I’m skidding along from day to day barely able to keep up with everything, and I’m trying to figure out how to squeeze out MORE and MORE. I want to help Chris’ family more, I want to help my friends, I want to help my newfound favorite witchy shop rebuild after burning down last night, but about all I have left to give anybody is some sweet dreams when I collapse at night.
This too shall pass. It will. All the rough weeks do. The stress inside will ease, something will happen to help everything fall into place one way or another. I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but it will.
Sometime after I go to Meijer to get something to unclog that toilet upstairs.