To Work or Not To Work

The I way I see things, the more work I get done today, the less I'll have to do tomorrow. Although it never seems to work like that. I was raised to put work before play...but what do you do if you never run out of work to do? Yeah, my strategy is not working so well. Of course maybe if I rested sometime, I could focus better and get more work done in less time.

Once in a while I run out of things to do before 5pm, so I find other things to do, lest I feel guilty for leaving work early, even if I did work a couple evenings that week, and most of Saturday and Sunday (maybe I should start logging the exact number of hours I work, just so I don't feel guilty for leaving the office early). Although I have spent plenty of afternoons and evenings playing with twins at the lake, or snuggling on the couch watching moooovies, so Mommy and Daddy can get some work done. 
I've spent the past month planing, organizing, scheduling, making documents, and stressing about the 5 Year Celebration Weekend, which took place this weekend and ended today. It was great, all went well, and I am incredibly grateful for Carrie running the kitchen and for everyone else helping with everything else. It was fun, but I'm tired and really glad it's over, so I can be home now :)

Next on the agenda is the fall D-school. But that doesn't start for another 3 weeks, and the preparation is already well underway, so there's no need to stress out about that yet.

Once the school starts the likelihood of having a day off is rather slim, and I haven't had a day off since...um...maybe that Saturday that I sat on the couch and read a book while Carrie mopped, and wouldn't let me help, so instead I went to the office and thus ended my day off...she should have let me help.

Ok, I admit, I have a problem - that's the first step to recovery, right - admitting you have a problem? That's kind of complicated though because work is my life and so I'm not sure what else to talk/think about, except for the fact that Isaac & Wesley are getting more and more cute all of the time.  


Speaking of the twins. This morning, up at the camp, for some reason the lights in the bathroom weren't working, but there was some light from the window. I was carrying Isaac to the bathroom, because he need to go potty (he didn't have shoes on and didn't want to walk). I thought I should warn him, "it's going to be a little dark in the bathroom" and he said, "don't worry, I'll pretect you."