S-T-R-E-S-S-E-D or desserts?

This week is the worst kind of stress: home, work, and volunteer.

Tonight is Back to School Night. Many may know that I don't bother decorating my room much, but I always feel like I need to make an effort right before the parents come. I started looking at my room through parents' eyes on Friday and decided they'd think the microphones and headphones at each computer were left messy, the big gaping hole where the clock should be is very ghetto, and the bare walls would be uninviting. Not to mention the bulletin board from last year that still has work and photos from last year. So I've been trying to get supplies to make my room nice. Plus, I'm a bit behind in grading (not as bad as usual) and feel like I should try to get caught up and get grades printed in case parents want to know.

At home, I've been working hard to keep the place clean, but it's starting to ware on me. I don't want to nag my honey to do stuff, but sometimes it takes him DAYS to empty the dishwasher, and then the dirty dishes pile up and, frankly, start stinking up the place. Plus, he doesn't take out the garbage until you've truly compacted it, he'd prefer to put empty boxes and bottles on the dryer than take out the recycling, and he doesn't care if there are clothes to fold and put away because we normally pile them on my couch, not his. Luckily, last night, he finally did a lot of the work that needed to be done, in addition to filling a load of dishes (which is my job) because he knew he was preventing me from doing mine.

And then there's the volunteer stuff. Ugh. This weekend, I'll be one of two main organizers for a picnic that will welcome over 250 people to a park for a celebration. Getting the details just right - confirming RSVPs, scheduling vendors and entertainers, securing raffle items, making signs, recruiting volunteers, budgeting, etc. - has been exhausting. It didn't seem like that much work 6 months ago, but none of the volunteers wanted to start really thinking about getting the work done until 3 weeks ago. (Me included, to tell you the truth; at least I tried.) And now I'm spending 2-3 hours between the email and the phone confirming plans and answering questions. Someone better send me a care package soon, cuz I'm gonna bust. My co-organizer and I have been joking about drinking after the picnic, but it's getting to be less and less like a joke.

All of that taken with the fact that my work-out buddy is out of town (and I'm not sure I'd have time to workout if she were in town) and my period is on its way... well, my stress level is high and so's my intake of creamy sugary foods. Which is bad for me, for those who are wondering.

Back to hanging posters and grading papers.