Since when did I become a yes-man?

Maybe I'm just having a moment of self awakening here, but have I become a yes-man?  I don't think I was before, but lately...

I'm babysitting another kid now.  (I'm not talking about incidental babysitting here.  I'm talking about the regular, everyday, on a schedule kind...)  The relief society president asked me to babysit him because his mom is going through a divorce and his dad used to watch him while she was at work, but now his dad is I don't know where.  So I'm watching him every day now.  Just until the end of May.

And I've spent another 4 or 5 hours working on the books (think: bookkeeping) of a company that belongs to some people I know.  That brings the grand total spent working on their books to around 20 hours.  And all I can do is cross my fingers that I'll get some free swimming lessons in exchange for my time...

Need another volunteer to go to the cannery?  Sure, I'll do it.  Someone needs to fill in for the Bear leader who cannot get his stuff together?  Not a problem.

So if you need something done, apparently, you can just call me, and I'll work it into my schedule. Immediately.  Did you say you need it done today?  No problem.  Actually, in truth, I love doing things for other people.  I love to volunteer to do things, and I'm happy to be doing all the things I volunteer to do.  I think I've just reached a point this week where I wish for a couple of days/evenings in a row where I am not trying to coordinate my life and the lives of my immediate family.  You know, just some time to hang out with my family.  And after that, I do need to help Frank complete his science fair project, read a book for book club, and finish getting ready for pack meeting.

Darn spring.  The weather is so nice, I just want to jump in the car and spend every afternoon at the park.
And one day soon, I will change the batteries in my camera and take some pictures and write a real post.

I'll throw this little tidbit out there for anyone who is still reading:

We had our first "haircut incident."  You know, the kind where children attempt to use scissors on hair.  It seems Frank assisted Elise in shortening her bangs.  There's no firm proof, and even the confessions are a bit soft.  There were no adult witnesses, and I first noticed something amiss when Elise woke up, so it happened sometime the evening before.  I tried to even them up, but it's just going to be a little bit hopeless until they grow in more.  It's really no great tragedy considering that I only comb her hair occasionally, so what right do I have to complain about a poor haircut?