Seriously it has come to me crying on the Workaholics shoulder declaring "It's just too hard to go away. I'll stay home."
I am completely tragic. What a martyr!
This weekend is my annual SWANKY Gals scrapbooking retreat. It starts after lunch on Thursday and goes through to Sunday afternoon. It is the 10th anniversary, this year, so it has been a much anticipated event by all. I love to go. I get to relax, scrap and enjoy time with my friends, child free.
|Last years theme was "Be a Sport"|
I was a cricket ball...
This year I am wondering how I will even get there.
I have 3 baskets and a pile of washing to put away.
There's a massive list of instructions for the Workaholic as there are a stack of things on during this period and he needs to organise the lot.
No photos have been printed.
There's a costume to prepare for the themed Dinner on Saturday night.
I have an impossible assessment task due on the Monday after I return, so I need it done and submitted by tomorrow night so I can relax. I also have a Quiz on Monday. I am confident that I am ready for that but the assessment task is at 10% complete and it is worth 30% of my mark. I have been working on it for 3 weeks. Entire days at a time. It is kicking my butt. I have come to the realisation that I need to hand in whatever I have ready on Wednesday night and forget about it.
Up until this morning I have been paralysed by the mountain in front of me that I need to conquer before I get to have my weekend away. I was honestly going to pull out. It seemed the easiest option. Then something happened. I remembered why I go on this retreat each year. I remembered that I am important and that my well being is just as important as the rest of the family. I remembered that I wanted to study and if I am not enjoying it there is no point. It's not all about the grades, it's about learning.
So, I wrote a new list. A shorter, less OCD list with the priorities flipped around and I have attacked the shit out of it this morning.
I can't do anything about the killer assessment task but the rest I am going to get done. If it is not perfect, then tough. I'm not perfect either. I'm pretty sure they will all fare OK with me away. They can muddle through and hopefully appreciate the millions of little things I do for them that they don't notice normally.
So I am now sorting my photos so I can whip out and get them printed in the morning. Tonight I am packing my bag and supplies. Only once these things are done will I think about my assessment task and the instructions for the Workaholic. I need to think about me and get on with it.
I love an AhhHaah! moment.
Are you ever crippled by the size of your to do list? How do you move forward?
Linking up with Jess at Diary of a SAHM for IBOT today.