So I need a moment to vent. I have been stewing over this all week and I just realized that I can not go to church tomorrow without getting this off my chest. Feel free to stop reading now, I just need to throw a personal pity-party for a moment.
Last Sunday I was sitting in the foyer before Relief Society when I heard two people talking around the corner from me. This is what I heard:
A: "Welcome to our ward. I hear your family is new. Do you have any questions I can answer?"
B: "Actually, yes. We are looking for a babysitter for our son. We are gong to both be working. DO you know of anyone in te ward?"
A: "You should talk to Dana Widing. She is the ward babysitter. She loves taking in kids and I'm sure she's be able to help you."
Then person A gave them a ward list and pointed out my name and again said he was sure I could help and that I didn't need much notice....just give me a call a day or two before. ARGGGGGG! I am not the ward babysitter. I am the ward sucker! Really, I don't watch any extra kids except for Jalen and I have had him since he was 2. He's 5 now and I really don't consider it babysitting because he is just "mine" during the week.
Less than 5 minutes later I heard
this from around the same corner. (Two men walking toward me--different people than from the above conversation)
A: We need to get Sister....to the doctor 3 times this week and 2 times next week and possibly once a week through Christmas. Who would be available to drive her?
B: Sister Widing might be available. Brother Widing is always traveling so she could probably use the company and she stays at home so her schedule may be open.
Right. Because when your husband is gone all the time and you pull 99% of the weight during the week and you have 4 (remember Jalen) kids
and a dog
and Apartments to manage
and 2 classrooms to volunteer in,
and 2 in preschool at different times
and Relief Society presidency meetings,
and Visiting Teaching,
and homework,
and oh yeah FUN to have with your kids
and you still have to make a healthy dinner, bathe
and tuck those kiddos into bed you just think, "hmmmm, I wish I had more to do."
Yes, I know I sound so awful but I can't do it. I know I can't but I can grantee you that when I get asked to help that pesky word "sure" will slip out and I will be kicking myself...hard. I am more than willing to share the load. Serve. And I am willing to help with a few doctors appts. and a day or two of babysitting but just not all of it. How do I let people know I am not a surefire option? Help!