Y'all, I love and hate this time of year. I need to complain and avoid responsibilities for .5 seconds, then it's back to Bad B*tch hours. (I just cringed at myself, but I'm too tired to care.)
This weekend, I leave for an almost week-long camp where I'm on staff. It's a fun camp, but it's also a learning camp for teens, so I spent far too many late nights this week finalizing my lesson plans, making ridiculous costumes and doing a mountain of laundry so I could pack.
A week after I get back, we have a fundraising dinner that quickly jumped from 125-150 to 180-200, which is a GREAT problem to have, but damn. Thankfully, I have really awesome event chairs and other board members, but I'm President and the media person, so I still have to write the script, write my speech, make the printed program, the table signage, the slideshow and I honestly don't know what all yet. (I do this to myself by volunteering too much.)
THEN, the Sunday after that, I leave for a week-long work trip. We have a convention and Board meetings to put on for 150 people, so I basically will run around like a chicken with my head cut off. (But hey, Springfield has a Whataburger and my state does not, so little wins.)
Okay, done complaining. I just needed to have a pity party for a hot minute. RIP to my sleep schedule for the next four weeks. BUT, I hope to have the next chapter to Forged in Fire up before I go. <3