They say the first thing you do when you have a problem, is to admit it. Here goes…
“Hi, my name is Kathryn and I have VD…as in VOLUNTEER DISEASE.”
Yep, card carrying member. Right here. Why is that? Why can I not walk into a room and leave the dishes on the sink? When the homeroom parent calls and needs a dessert, why do I reply, “No problem!” when it really is? When the school gives me a list of things to bring for the Thanksgiving dinner, why don’t I ever sign up for plates and napkins? Ugh. I know I do it to myself.
Let’s all say it together…”NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO” and not feel guilty.
I’m really only typing that for my benefit. Sometimes (ok, alot of times) I want to do it all. Be the fun mom, the superhuman mom, the compassionate mom, the best mom and in spite of all that, I end up getting stressed out.
My cup runneth over in things to do and in little blessings screaming and running outside. So, I think I’ll join them. Until tomorrow, or later this week, when the cup isn’t so darn full.