Last week I bantered about saying yes to experiences when you are inclined to say no. Today though, I am relishing in the fact that I bypassed extra commitments, despite the twinge of guilt in doing so. I had five reminder e-mails about our show choir commitments this weekend, both volunteer slots and the donation of a pan of bars, cut into 3"by 3" squares, wrapped individually. These were automated messages, thankfully or I would have really felt guilty for ignoring the second part of each message. In each reminder was a note and link to the sign up page that there were still several unclaimed volunteer spots. Other than my own housework, and maybe helping DD#1 with some final packing and purging, and a trip up to school to watch DD#2's exhibition performance, I have nothing on my calendar today. I easily could have taken on another spot. I volunteered for set-up last night, 5:00-8:00, and after a full day in the office, I was tired.
The spots left unclaimed were the shifts starting after 6:00 tonight, and some going as late as midnight. Dropping the youngest offspring off at 7:00, I had more than a twinge of guilt when I saw one of the event coordinators hauling in things from her van. No doubt she has hundred of hours already in the planning, and is probably already on hour 12 of her volunteering this weekend after all the work that went into yesterday. Fortunately, I was in my pajama pants still, though Idid take the time to put on a bra and sweatshirt-I'm not a complete heathen. Had I been more appropriately dressed, I might have succumbed to the martyr urge, parked the car, and went into the school and start helping. Instead, I went through the McDonald's drive through and got a large coffee with three creams, and headed home. Let's see if my control will be in tact when I head back at 4:30 as a spectator.
I was having back spasms last night when rolling the kids hair in spongy curlers. My knee's from all the up and down staircases yesterday are throbbing yet this morning, so not being on my feet all day is a joy. I even surprised DH when he asked what time DD#2 and I had to be there today when I said I wasn't working at it any more. "REally?", he said in surprise. I hate though that I can't shake the twinge of guilt, but I'm trying to remember all the other things I take on. I'm DD#2's soccer team manager and have a few hours in coordination already and the outdoor practices haven't even started. . I will be coordinating the details before and the morning of the youth Palm Sunday breakfast at church in three weeks. I'm making soup and bars for a work lunch on Monday. I chaperoned two show choir competitions earlier in the month. The world will get by just fine without my two hands involved today. I should not feel guilty, but I do-at least a bit.