I Just Can't!

So, I had a little girly surgery on Monday, and now I'm supposed to "take it easy" for a couple days. I'm not sure when I turned into an obsessive compulsive person, but I just can't! It is next to impossible for me to lay in bed and let things happen in my house without me. I know, I know, the world won't end if Erik doesn't finish his math homework, or Emily doesn't get into bed before 10.

I have been trying to cut down on the amount of time spent on things like scouts and other extra curricular activities, but it is so hard to step back and let others start doing things. It isn't that I don't trust others, I just feel bad asking them.

Everyone warns you before you have gastric bypass that you can have a transfer addiction, but I have never heard of anyone having a transfer addiction to doing to much. Poor Scott, he is a good sport but he just doesn't do things exactly like me, that isn't to say he does it wrong, it's just not how I do them. I'm trying to be more relaxed about things, the pain meds are helping today, eventually I will be able to say, "I can" and mean it.

Dear Scrapbook Room...

Dear Scrapbook Room,

I know I have been away for such a long time. It seems like forever since I spent time cutting, gluing, designing, stamping and layering in your comforting embrace. Our time apart has been so difficult on me, I think of you often and longingly, wondering if you miss me as much. While I know that I am responsible for our separation, I think that I am the one who suffers the most from it.

Do you miss me? Do you ever wonder where I am or who I am giving my time and attention to? So many things have pulled me away from you, demands I could never have imagined. I think I am only going to do one or two little things, then I will rush back to you...but before I know what has happened, months have gone by without us spending time together.

Soon my beloved, I will return to you. This I promise! I am trying so desperately to get back, trying to turn the tide. I only have a few more commitments to fulfill, then I will fly to your waiting silence. Your patience will be rewarded and we will be reunited again. Think of me often, dear friend, until we are together.

Love
Me

Tired...

I know, everyone is busy. I believe that is so true, everyone runs to much, does to much, and commits to way to much. Well, I am no exception. Yesterday, Scott and I hosted the second cubmobile race for our cubscout pack. It went smoother than last year, and had about the same turn out. We had a whole lot less crashes, the boys had a good time, and I even got a cousin from the East slope to bring her little Wolf scout over so he could race. Matt, my great-nephew from St. George, showed up to win the Tiger division, and second overall. Our Erik elected to just help this year, and let Matt and Sabin borrow his cubmobile for victorious runs. At the end of the race, Scott was challenged by another Dad, so he got his first ride in a cubmobile. Amazing since the guy has helped build well over a dozen of them. He was doing great, but wiped out about 20 feet from the finish line.

So today, I am exhausted. I went to bed around 8 last night, since sleep has not been my friend lately, it was a long night. Today I don't think I could find anything that doesn't ache. I realize that I have been doing way to much. My iron has fallen again, and I can't keep the pace like I have been doing. So, I know what you are thinking, "yeah, yeah, she thinks she's busy...she should have my life." Well, call me a whiner or a wimp, but today...I stayed in bed. Scott generously offered to take my Sunday School class, and I let him.

Today I have resolved to slow down, I'm sure that resolve will last at least through tomorrow, when things don't hurt as much and I come up with more things to do.