Volunteerism Gone Haywire

You know how when your kids go to school, you start to do things to help out the teacher and the school? Well, I'm no different. I, of course, joined the PTA and volunteered to help out Booga's teacher with some projects she needed done. Then I discovered that volunteering for your child's school can be a lot of work!

When I joined the PTA, they needed some positions filled. Things like changing the school sign, putting up stuff on the "birthday board" at the school, and minor things like that....the list went on. I decided I wold pick one that sounded interesting (easy) and help out. I scanned the list and found "membership". It was listed as sending out membership cards. Easy, I thought. Not much time involved, no big deal. "Come to the board meeting," they say. So, I have Daddy Mc watch the boys and off I go to the board meeting. Now, I've been involved in organizations before and the meetings are supposed to be ran "officially", but that never happens. I go and expect that to be the case this time...WRONG. Robert's Rule of Order are in full effect. I receive an agenda from the President and start to look over it. WHAT?!?!? I'm supposed to be presenting a report on the status of membership in our local chapter?!?!? I'm now the Membership Chairperson?!?!? Letting this all sink in, I think..."Yeah, I could probably do this. I've told them I will do this. I should probably do this." So, now I am the Membership Chairperson of the local PTA. Go figure.

Now, the teacher needs help. I am more than willing to help out my son's teacher. The better relationship I have with her, the better for me and Booga. They start out simple (cut these apart, punch holes in this, etc.). Now, I have 14 pages of shapes that I have to color...that's right COLOR. I'm wondering if I'm going to be graded on staying within the lines?

Lesson learned...be careful of "volunteering" and know EXACTLY what you'll be doing before raising your hand!

Another year...ruined.

Yes, it was our anniversary yesterday. Things were going brilliantly. I had, once again, outdone Daddy Mc with the gift giving. While he was getting his anniversary massage paid for by yours truly, I got to go (with Tater) to the local nursery and pick out some bushes (my gift). Booga in school, only one child in tow, it was almost like being alone. We picked Booga up and went shopping. During the course of our jaunt, Daddy Mc receives a text message. It is from the resident whip-cracker Human Resource Leader. Daddy Mc is to resubmit some work that he had previously gotten turned in on-time and completed to the satisfaction of his previous Human Resource Leader. This time, however, it wasn't satisfactory. Never mind the fact that no expectations had been set any differently, never mind the fact that he would be speaking with the very same woman the next day, never mind the fact that the purpose of speaking with the same woman would be to discuss and change the piece of work he had completed on time, and never mind the fact that he had taken the day off to celebrated his anniversary...this time it needed to be changed IMMEDIATELY. Thus, our anniversary luck had reared it's ugly head once again. There would be no Red Lobster (as is our tradition). There would be no other fun, fantastic, or exciting activities to end the evening. We turned the car around and came home.

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