Okay. I tried starting a sentence to begin this post about three times. Each time it didn’t make any sense. Why? My brain is mush, my ears hurt and my throat feels like I’ve been yelling for an hour.
I volunteered at my son’s elementary school today.
In the holiday store (can’t even remember what they call it). Those who have children know that during the holiday season a lot of schools, particularly elementary, have fundraisers including a “store” where the children can go to purchase gifts for their family members… or themselves.
For some reason, I keep forgetting what it’s like to be in a room full of elementary-age children. It’s only been about two months since I volunteered the last time so I don’t know what I was thinking this time as I walked into the school, with a little bounce in my step, and enthusiastically signed in to get to work. It’s almost as if it’s like giving birth: It really hurts; you feel joy, satisfaction and some times irritation, and when it’s over you don’t think you want to do it again. Then you forget all of that and get pregnant again.
Yea, I couldn’t resist laughing at myself. That was just a little dramatic.
I’m not going to bore you with the details of the two hours I spent there. Let me just say: children are selfish, noisy and rude as well as funny, endearing and special.
I’m glad I can enjoy about an hour of quiet before I have to put up with my youngsters. So, I’m sipping my cup of coffee (nope, I’m not gonna say how many I’ve had today) and wishing I had some rum to spike it with.