I’ve mentioned that I am an over volunteer-er in my little “bio” thingy.  That has come home to roost this week.

We have A LOT going on right now.  One kid in football four nights a week and both weekend days.  Dearest Husband has been taking the bullet on that one 99% of the time so far.  Thanks, Babe!  Another one working, cheering, riding her horse and just generally being 17, which currently involves a new “friend” in her life.  That, in turn, requires hours of me internet stalking the kid to make sure he is worthy.  I don’t think he is, but I’m going to go all CIA background check on his backside to make sure.   The oldest boy is riding his bike and working odd jobs as they come up.  When I say “riding his bike”  I mean that he is working his butt off trying to do the most dangerous tricks he can on it.  This requires, of me, many hours of praying and the occasional defib situation.  To put the icing on his particular cake he doesn’t drive yet, so he is always calling me, “Mom, come pick me up!  Mom, you said you’d be here an hour ago.  Mom, did you forget me again?!” (Eye roll.  He is so high maintenance!)  The youngest one is just a little Tasmanian Devil of energy.  Simply being in the same room with him is completely exhausting!  Ask around.  Anyone will tell you!

I have three different booster committees (I’m chairing two) and the PTSA board at the high school, which I’ve never participated in before so I am still learning my job and all the processes that go with it.  I’m sure the returning officers are nearly done with my stupid questions by now.

I’m going to veer off to the side for a minute.  I’ve never, and I mean NEVER been involved in PTA before.  One of my closest and dearest friends is a PTA queen in our elementary school.  She should get paid, she works so hard at this.  She’s amazing.  Every year I write a membership check and that’s it.  I don’t go to meetings.  Why would an over volunteer-er avoid PTA meetings, you ask?  Because I am fully aware of my disease.  It’s like an alcoholic avoiding a bar.  Don’t go.  Don’t make eye contact.  Don’t sit down and whatever you do, DO NOT SPEAK!  My daughter is about to be a senior in high school.  I have never once, in 12 years, attended a PTA meeting.  Via email (they hit me from behind) I volunteered to head a booster committee.  That required me to attend a high school PTSA meeting.  Of course it was the meeting to elect new officers.  What?  You don’t even need experience?  Really.  What?  Its an easy, peasy job?  So now I’m Secretary.  My friend, Lisa, is reading this and texting me right now to tell me I can let the position go because she doesn’t want me stressed.  I’m ok.  I’ve already taken the first drink.  You’re not getting me off this bar stool now!

Anyhoo, on subject:  I also run a daycare which is at least a 60 hour a week job.  My annual drop in “SURPRISE!”  visit happened today.  My house was in the “gets worse before it gets better” stage of cleaning when he knocked on the door.  No shower, no make up, no where to hide the crumbs still on the lunch table.  sigh.  I came through with flying colors, but I was mortified! My licensor is awesome and reassured me that he’s seen worse.  Really?!  That makes me sad.

On top of everything else I am a Stampin’ Up! demonstrator.  That means I love to paper craft and help others to get all they can out of it, too.  (See what I did there?  Nice plug, right?)

I’m FREAKING BUSY!  My husband is a teacher so he is around a ton right now and supports me through all of this, but he has his own crazy schedule and it kicks off next week.  He’s FREAKING BUSY, TOO!

When I started this blog I saw it as a way to share some of my crazy life.  This week my crazy life prevented me from blogging much.  So the above should be accepted as my “calling in sick this week.”  I hope you’ll forgive my absence since Thursday.  I tried to post on Saturday, but it was crap so I deleted it minutes after I posted it.  I’d rather be silent than make you read something even I think is bad!

I know I’m not the only one in this boat!  Thank you to all the moms and dads out there who spend copious amounts of time doing amazing, sometimes invisible, and nearly always under appreciated work to make their kids’ lives richer and just generally more fun.  We do it because we love them, we love the work, and we love helping people.  It is why I say “yes” when my friends need me.  It gives me great joy to see the joy of others and know I helped to create it.  Thank you to ALL of you!  I would salute you, but my phone is ringing.

 

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