So much to do.

You know when you have so much to do and ZERO time to do in? So much that the very THOUGHT of it all makes you want to crawl into a hole in the ground and weep? That's me. Right now. My Dad calls me Optus girl. (A telecommunications company who's catch phrase is "Yes".) If someone comes up to me and asks me a favour, I will usually say "Sure why not!" Seriously need to stop this. It's beginning to mess with my brain. (Shut up Shannon. I know you would comment about that.)

OK .... things on my list to do.

World Youth Day is coming up and I have a most faboulous group of young people that I'm taking. (Yes, I am coming back from London for WYD and taking the group up with the help of a group of stella leaders!) I love them a lot BUT it's driving me insane at the moment.

There are about 55 people in this group and collecting money from that many people is like trying to make me go to a navel gazing meditation service where you worship fat candles and bolts of chiffon... very hard...

Plus we have a get together this Thursday we have a weekend away helping out at a Parish Mission in three weeks AND I have to work out how the whole this is going to be run whilst I'm in London... which means a LOT of delegation and I am one bad delegator!

So that's just WYD.

Meanwhile I have to do all my normal things at work PLUS get it all ready to hand over which is crazy... and you should SEE the state of my desk. It's APPALLING!

Then I'm trying to work on my visa. Can't even explain that to you or I'll break out in a sweat.

FINALLY I am trying to pack up my life into a managable, suitcase, amount of things. Praise God I don't have to worry about taking sheets, towels and all that! They take up WAY too much room. Biggest dilemma... which books do I take????

Ok. Enough with the whining. I'll just get on with it!