Forms Coming Out of My Ears

I've fallen into a form abyss.  So many forms to fill out this time of year, It'a staggering.  I dream about filling out forms at night.  Only in my dreams the pile of forms is taller than my head, they are all single-spaced, covering the front and back pages, the lighting is bad, my pen is running out of ink, and I can't remember anybody's birthdays, phone numbers, or middle names.

There are life skills assessment forms to fill our for our ABA therapy program. Eleven pages long each, and not multiple choice. A registration form for Aliza to attend sibshops. There are forms for Sunday school, one two-page form for each of the three of them. There are health forms for school for each child. Health forms for the bus company. A volunteer form for each school. Encouragement to attend and get involved with the PTO. Fundraiser information will go out the first week of school.

There's the next session of swimming lessons to sign up for.  The beginning of dance classes.  Next week we begin the next phase of potty training Zack.  I have boxes, bins, and bags full of clothes and toys to get ready for the Mothers of Multiples sale on the 25th.

The board meeting is at my house next week, and anyone sitting on the floor is going to see all the dust, garbage, and toys under my couch.  Why isn't all furniture just made flush with the floor?  Wouldn't that just be easier?  Is it because moms and/or housekeepers aren't the ones designing furniture?

The Sunday School issue really has me feeling guilty.  Aliza didn't want me to sign her up this year.  I guess last year wasn't nearly as fun as she thought it would be.  And the church we attend has begun a new initiative for special needs children to be able to attend Sunday School too, with an aide.  Which is absolutely wonderful, right?  So why haven't I filled out and turned in those forms?

Okay the truth is, I don't know if I want to commit us to Sunday mornings.  Sunday School shouldn't be optional, and I'm so hounded by my own guilt you'd think I was a Catholic.  I guess being married to one has rubbed off.

It's just that, if Aliza signs up for Sunday School and then one weekend we decide it's going to be a lazy Sunday and we aren't going out, she can just skip it.  If I sign up the boys and they assign aides for them......there's an obligation to be there. To plan ahead.

We will think on it a bit more.  I'm pretty sure God will still welcome us if we end up signing up a couple of weeks into the school year.