Anyone who knows me my credo is “I’m married, not dead.” Yes, I’ve gone years in the most unattractive cargo like pants, stains on my shirt as my haggered face drops my kids off at school, having not YET had a shower. But, sometimes.. and more lately as my kids get older I remember THIS ( touching my body) is MINE!! I forgot about it.
So, whether it’s at a school function, at a park or a soccer game I’m not just thinking about my kids.
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.