On Friday night a friend was IM'ing me and attempting to understand what had possessed me to book an entire Saturday from morning to night with activities. I tried my best to explain that it was just another Busy Black day in the neighborhood, but she was not buying that and almost as if she was hexing me, she accurately predicted that I would get sick--and wouldn't ya know I'm sick RIGHT NOW as I am writing this piece?!
But let me set the record straight. I am not sick from overdoing it. I am sick because I spent 2 hours in a germ factory masquerading as a Halloween party for kids. I am sick because in addition to being in an enclosed space full of coughing and oozing children, I was too close to farm hay and as a person who is allergic to everything, I apparently neglected to take my antihistamine yesterday morning. And just maybe I am sick because instead of going straight home to bed after returning the Baby Niece to her father, I sat watching in amazement as she shot back and forth around the room like a firecracker, all the while ignoring the congestion taking hold of my chest.
I assure you, I did not overdo it yesterday. It was a typical Saturday for me. I started the day at the Alzheimer Walk, attended a college fair, visited my parents, went to dance rehearsal, and then took the niece to the aforementioned Halloween party. Sure, I missed church this morning because I woke up in the middle of the night terrified that I might have pneumonia and then overslept well past the time for me to have been respectably late for church. But this is not an illness that will keep me down for too long. My body will heal itself and I will be back to running around hither and yon just in time to prepare for Frankenstorm.
Because I've got too much to do to be sick. I've got a two parties to plan, tulip bulbs to plant, recital pieces to rehearse, a conference to attend, tee shirts to sell, articles to write, an election to monitor, prospective students to recruit, a committee meeting to lead, and all of that is before I even think about Thanksgiving!
So, no my dear friend, I appreciate your concern, but this is not running myself into the ground. This is what Busy Black Women do. Saturdays are supposed to be tiring, which is why I don't feel all that bad about missing church this morning despite the fact that I haven't missed in a month of Sundays...
OK, maybe a little guilty. But as you aptly pointed out, I cannot be all things to all people nor can I be everywhere all the time. God understands and will forgive me.
But if it turns out that you were right and I do have pneumonia, it is all YOUR fault for hexing me!!!