Workoholic?

Notice the time...it's after 2am. I am still awake because I just decided to stop working for the night. This week has been interesting. I feel a little bit overwhelmed with the amount of work I have to do within the next few days. At the same time, I am enjoying myself. I did a home assessment today on grandparents who want their granddaughter placed in their home as soon as possible. I was so impressed with them and impacted by their committment that I am trying to get this home assessment typed and submitted by the end of tomorrow. If I can do that, they have a chance to get her before the weekend. They are so worried about her going to her first day of Kindergarten as a foster child, only to be yanked out a week or so later and put into a different school once she is placed with them. School starts in their district on Monday, so she needs to be with them by Sunday. Am I crazy for trying this? If I didn't think it was possible, I wouldn't be doing it. The only variable that I can't control is the willingness of the worker to place her on Friday or over the weekend. I have a feeling that I will be volunteering to do that for her if she decides she has more important things to do than make sure a child's first day of school isn't a horrible experience. I'm definitely not a workoholic on a daily basis...but there are times when my determination gives me no other choice...especially when it's for a cause as worthy as a child. I haven't seen my little Jesse since Sunday, but I have the privilege of knowing that she is in good hands while I take a little extra time to help out some other kiddos who are not quite as fortunate.