I have a routine to my life. People looking at me from the outside might think I am loud and unplanned and spontaneous, but I have a routine to my life that helps me manage the chaos. There are things that must get done every week that I know that I must do before Wednesday night rolls around again. (plan the singing time, get the lesson ready, make small groups, print student sheets, write and print my notes, put the walls away, set up the chairs, set up MediaShout, set up the registration table, make order sheets for the band, etc) These are all things that I know I have to do and I normally try to at least start them on Thursday or Friday so that I can have lots of time to work on them. This week I wasn’t able to work on Thursday or Friday (or most of Saturday for that matter) so I was a little behind coming into this week.
And that is when the small things started to happen. Being the person with whom the buck stops is not easy if you are trying to actually get any work done. There have been a dozen small church things that I needed to deal with since Monday morning. (including keeping Nathan because our babysitter didn’t get back into town when expected). I have planned a committee meeting, gathered material, started looking at a nursery schedule, counseled a church member, went on visitation, worked on the calendar and fixed the newsletter.
On top of these small things and tomorrow night there is our “Walking in His Footsteps” prayer event this weekend that is adding an unusual amount of stress to my life; not from the things that need to be done, (I have some wonderful people helping me with that) but from just the stress of how it will be accepted in the church and the 101 decisions that need to be made. Nothing that I am doing would be seen as major, but there is just a plethora (would you say I have a plethora of piñatas?) of things that take brain power and these small things add up to quietly steal my day away.
I guess that is why it is 1:00 and I am still at work trying to finish.