busy

I like to be a busy person, but I am learning that I don't like to be too busy. J and I have been incredibly busy these past couple of weeks. J has taken on a little too much freelance work - he's been getting up early every morning to work (before his regular job) and then working on freelance projects every evening too. I've also been busy with teaching, grading papers/exams, and prepping for lectures. My days have also been filled with other activities. I have been asked to participate in/accompany/direct several musical projects for my church, which is quite time consuming (especially when music selection and vocal/piano practice is involved). I'm also trying to get to know people in my neighborhood/church congregation better, and have gotten involved in some other activities that way. It's quite fun, not only for me but for Sam.

In the end, though, my schedule is a lot busier than I would like it to be. I hardly have any time for reading lately, which makes me sad. Mems how I thought it would be fun to read 52 books in a year? I'm already behind on that project for 2010. I've started three books this past month, but I'm still in the beginning stages for all three. Bah.

Needless to say, J and I hardly do anything fun in the evenings. We just sit by each other, with our computers open, and quietly work away. It's such a contrast from our earlier lifestyle. Last summer, as soon as Sam would go to bed, J and I would turn to each other and say, "Well, what do you want to do?" Now there isn't even an option of deciding what to do. Our work is cut out for us.

I have a feeling that things will dramatically slow down once my class ends next month. And then I'll probably start wishing that I was busy again.