** weight off shoulders **

Congratulate me -- I have finally learned to delegate.

In fact, I have delegated my Webelos out of my pack with the gratuitous use of an SEP field to protect my proximity to complete burnout.

It worked, and everybody is happy -- the boys, the parents, the other pack, and The Husband, who seems to think I need time to sleep occasionally and produce the infrequent Chocolate Doom Cake.

I warned you.

Not enough hours in the day . . . and Santa continues to refuse to leave 36-hour days in my stocking.

For a dismal failure as a cubmaster, I am feeling pretty good.