I loved the challenge of making the Easter weekend work on such a small budget. It really let me be a creative problem solving kind of girl. I loved it. However, (and it seems that there is always a however…) I think my competitive streak is getting ahead of me. Or at least my aura of competition is preceding me.
I phoned my sister a week or two before the Easter Egg Hunt, and bemoaned some of the advertising problems I had. “I need at least 50 kids! 50!” I said. “It won’t be a success unless I get that many, and I’m planning for up to 100.”
My sister says, “Um, you want Eleanor to compete against 50 other kids for the eggs???”
“Um, no. I have a mission to grow the number of families at the church. I need to attract families so I can tell them what else our church is all about.”
“Oh,” she says. “That’s better then. I thought you were just trying to see how well your kid would do against so many others…”
Yikes! Do I REALLY give off THAT vibe!?!?! Taking stock of my latest obsession, I think perhaps I do. I’ve taken up racing the tea kettle.
I used to put the water on the stove, and stand around till it boiled (not watching of course, because then it would NEVER boil, and if their is one thing I am sure I am, it’s impatient!). NOW, I see what I can get done in the heating time. Can I unload the dishwasher before the kettle screams? Can I fold this basket of clean wash? Can I whip up an omelet?
It’s a new thing. Sometimes I win. Sometimes I lose. Strangely, I don’t get too upset either way, and that’s a good thing. I’d hate to get confused in a celebration dance and spike the tea kettle. Ouch!