Completely stressed out, that is. Yes, I know it's wrong. But I seem to have fallen into the trap these days. It's a combination of things, really.
First of all, this weekend our church is hosting our annual conference/talent show. This in itself isn't stressful. In fact, it should be loads of fun. But over the last week we've been notified that my grandfather is in his last days. The impending death, and all the ways it affects extended family members, certainly takes an emotional toll on you. We assumed the funeral service would be this Saturday, but of course no one could be sure.
So all week I've been trying to mentally and emotionally prepare for either option: will we be travelling with 3 kids and a new puppy to attend the funeral, or will we be staying here and doing things involved with the church festivities? Either option takes quite a bit of planning and preparation, but when you're trying to gear yourself up for both simultaneously, especially when they're of such different tones, it can be a bit overwhelming.
I'd assumed we'd be going to Laredo, but my dear grandfather is strong indeed. He's still hanging on, which means that it's time to now refocus on baking as well as practicing my piano piece for the time being. Then I suppose we'll be facing the funeral next week sometime. My grandfather is one of 16 children, and he has 10 children of his own, so you can imagine that this will be no small event.
Stress tends to breed stress, so things seem to be building on one another. Garfield's had some severe work delays due to San Antonio having its wettest recorded year ever. This wouldn't be too big a deal, but compounded with a completely inept sub-contractor who has become a thorn in our side, some complications have arisen. Nothing that outweighs God's blessings on the business, mind you, but frustrating nonetheless.
And such is life. And death. And toiling. And thanksgiving. It's all part of this path we trod. So how are you doing?