Fun Times At FBC

I have the flue. I'm not looking for sympathy, its just a fact that helps to bring the rest of this entry into line. I thought I was getting better. As a matter of fact I nearly broke my arm patting myself of the back for getting well so quickly and not getting as bad as everyone else who had this. That was then, this is now.

Now, I would like nothing better than to crawl in bed, pull the covers over my head, and stay there until I begin to feel human again. BUT, I can't. As a matter of fact I shouldn't be here now I should be a church but I am writing this instead in the hope that by the time I'm done I'll have the energy to face the day ahead.

Today is our church business meeting. As the clerk I have to get everything ready. Somehow when our church began to convert everything over to the computer I also was given charge over entry and reporting of all things financial. That had been the charge of the financial secratary now its mine.

Actually, except of the mountain of work, it's a pretty good system. Betty and I can watch over each other. Since I never come into contact with real money no one can accuse me of fiddling with the books. There's no profit in it. Since Betty always has me looking over her shoulder it would be difficult for her to take any money, so she's covered as well. Not that anyone thinks that either of us are thieves but stranger things have happened. It's better to keep everything above board and in the open.

The thing is that here in the U.S. it's tax time. So not only do I have the normal monthly stuff but I also have to get out the tithing letters incase anyone needs them for tax purposes. I had a number of people say don't bother with mine, but the problem is that so many said it that I can't keep straight who wants one and who doesn't so everyone gets one.

Now what does my having the flue have to do with any of this? The same thing that the run of bad weather, other sick family members, the guy who needed someone at the house when he delivered my husbands medical equipment, The power outage, Driving 300 miles in a search for wood and keroseen to keep my family from freezing to death,(only came up with a gallon but it was better than nothing), the boil order for our city water, my son's broken car, the kids schooling and all the normal things that happen in the life of a family. January and this part of February has just kicked me in the teeth time wise.

Normally that wouldn't be a problem, it's a small town, everyone knows everyone elses business and so they would cut me some slack. They have all been having the same problems I have for the most part. The problem is that we have a woman who has moved here from Maine, of all places. Now I have nothing against Maine or people from there, I just can't fathom anyone in Maine saying to themselves one day; "Hmmm, it's time to retire. I think I'll move to the backwoods of Northeast Oklahoma." Any way, she want's her letter. Because I'm a stay at home mother it makes no sence to her that she doesn't have it already. I started on them the first week of January why haven't I finished them. I really have nothing more important to do.

Don't get me wrong, she's a sweet woman. She is rather strong willed though and wants what she wants when she wants it. Plus, being a northerner, she's a little Type A. Anyway she has called me everyday this week to "remind" me very nicely that she is still waiting. I had planned to pass them out Sunday but she'll be getting her's today. If I have to hand write the thing because we run out of ink she will get her's today. If I have to write it in my own blood it will be in her hand today.

Why is it that if you homeschool people think that you are not doing anything that you can't drop at a moments notice so that you can do what they want? Oh well that's another story.