school volunteer burnout

It happens every June… I’m burnt out on volunteering at my kid’s school.  Also, I volunteer other places, but knowing Summer is in sight, that I’ve almost reached the mountain top makes me want to run screaming from the campus.

Also, Vivien is graduating from Elementary school and for months I’ve been part of a group putting that shing ding together.  I retired from beautification after 5 years, but got pulled back on fundraiser party committee, but the one thing I’m bound and determined to not do next year:  serve hot lunch.   Here is a video I did the first time I did it when Vivien was in kindergarten.

 

I need to do the update… I’m a veteran now.  I know what to do and which kids are going to be picky and which ones stare at the sky while I repeat, “do you want apples?  Do you want apples?  I said, Do you WANT APPLES?”  Sweeping the smashed food under the tables.  Ending the shift and realizing I only have 90 minutes before pick up.

Four more days…

Then in the fall I have to have the strength to just say no.

What are you looking forward to when school ends?

 

 

 

volunteering at school lunch

So, When Viv was first in Kindergarten I volunteered, but as this video shows it didn’t quite go as I had planned.  I tired a few more times, but it always seemed to be school lunch time just as Rex fell asleep so I’d be looking for parking right outside of the school when he would nod off.  I test the mom in charge, “Sorry, can’t do it, Rex asleep.”  An unreliable volunteer, what are the chances?

So, last year when Rex started Kindergarten I started again.  Daphne Dishes.. up food.  There is a lot of running back and forth so I always get a lot of steps for the day.  I learn a lot, not so much about my kids, but which kid is going to flip out if I make him/her take the required veggie/ fruit.  How anyone below 3rd grade can’t be asked a complex question like, “with cheese, or without?”  Sometimes I’m standing there in my hair net thinking, you know, I host a Food Network show?  But, no one cares.  They just want another glass of milk.

The sweep up at the end of the shift is the worse.  Mashed food on the ground.  invariably piled high in the trash cans big chunks of the fruit and veggies we made the kids take (federal law).