Can I vent?

We are getting ready to leave for camp Saturday night. Saturday night at midnight. Saturday night at midnight for two weeks. We're on Young Life staff...but we're also a family, I'm also 8 months pregnant, I'm also driving 5 hours round trip tomorrow to drop off my two year old for two whole weeks, we're also married and would like to have a conversation that doesn't involve camp before we spend the next two weeks completely focused on people other than each other. I'm hurt, because noone seems to remember...even us.

Everyone is calling. Everyone keeps knocking at my door. It's almost 9 pm and we're still waiting for people who said they'd drop something off today (things we need...and things I specifically did ask to have dropped by our house...meaning, they're only doing what I have asked). Everyone seems to want something from us right now. They're all valid requests...but sometimes they feel invasive. Like my home is an office rather than a home. My lip is quivering. I'm sad.

This is one of the struggles of working in a relational ministry. What are the boundaries? When is it okay to not answer our phones? What can we expect of those around us? We're the only ones in Harrisonville who are paid to do this...sometimes it feels like so much is riding on our shoulders.

Hope this wasn't too much to take? I'm usually very amicable, very happy to take care of everything I can. But the past few days it's just been a lot. I haven't been wronged. In fact, I am closely surrounded by very supportive people. People who work very hard for YL also. I just needed to vent. Life isn't always pretty...hence, neither is my blog. :)

Here's a little insight into why I'm feeling this way...
This afternoon, on his way home, Brad called me to say, "I would've been home on time except for a woman rear-ended me as I was waiting to turn onto the highway." My response was, "Are you kidding me?"