Ho, Ho, Ho

Have you ever felt so anxious that your stomach curled up in knots? So stressed that you thought you might actually throw up? That's how I felt Saturday evening. Our last guests left in the morning and the day was spent washing bedding and putting the house back in order (I wish I'd been able to keep it in order so my family could see what our house usually looks like, but alas, I was not). By dinnertime my stress level should have been low, right?

Wrong.

Remember how Bryan and I are in charge of two Christmas parties? Well, they're scheduled to happen this week. Between Stake Conference last Sunday and family in town for several days, my internal calendar is out of whack. I'm usually good at gauging time, but days must be speeding up because these parties are coming fast.

We've delegated almost everything. And by that, I mean given our committee members autonomy to make decisions about their individual responsibilities. We've weighed in and given opinions and guided, but most big choices have been made by the committee. This has worked well, mostly. But it also means that on Saturday night I didn't know the status of several party-related plans. And lacking information stresses me out.

After telling Bryan how I felt, then discussing what still needed to be done, I spent the rest of the evening (and several hours of the night) making phone calls, writing emails, and sending texts. I am happy to report that the parties are in good shape and my level of freak-out has gone down considerably.

And hey, after this weekend I only have a Relief Society craft day and the Relief Society Christmas Party to worry about. That's right, I'm in charge of all the Christmas parties this year!