Okay, not really. It just feels like it right now. Yes, I’m stressed. I think I have a right to be. My daughter’s bat mitzvah is in less than 3 weeks and I feel like I’ve got so much left to do (’cause I do) and not enough time to get it all done (’cause I don’t).
I feel like I’m butting heads with the Rabbi and it’s not like we are making any major demands or anything. She just has a different idea of how to do things than I do. I should mention that I have a history of not getting along well with Rabbis.
This past weekend, my computer broke down. Well, I thought it broke down. Turned out there was a stupid, tiny staple that got stuck inside my computer which was preventing it from charging up or turning on or doing anything remotely computer-like. A trip to the Genius Bar at the Apple Store took care of it all and although I also happened to get a crack in my screen (I’m blaming the kids), I’m back in business. Although, it’s a pretty slow week since several of my jobs have been postponed. Looks like January is starting out as a slow month for a lot of people.
But… more time to focus on the bat mitzvah, right?
It’s like planning a wedding. Only it’s not for me. Which kind of makes it worse, because I only want the absolute best for Temera and it’s all stressing me out.
No, there is nothing anyone can do to help. Don’t ask. I’m too much of a control freak to delegate. I need to work on that.
So on tap for this week: meet with the DJ, meet with the Caterer, order challah and pastries and cupcakes, shop for shoes, get dresses altered.
Yes, stress is my middle name this week.