I am a glutton for punishment.
As if my busy schedule wasn’t enough to send me to an early grave, apparently I thought needed to add more to the calendar.
I got a phone call from Courtney’s soccer coach yesterady, and in a moment of guilt and weakness I must have volunteered to be the team mother on the registration form. So guess who gets to call all the parents to let them know about practices and coordinate the treat schedule?
Yeah, that would be me.
The other day I was looking for a particular Pampered Chef item, because I am such a collector of fun kitchen gadgets, and I finally found a nice consultant that agreed to send me a catalog and take care of me. She lives close by, and she’s so nice and friendly, and I just HEART HER BUNCHES. So when she proceeded to tell me all about her GREAT! AWESOME! SPECTACULAR! hostess specials going on in September, guess who jumped in and agreed to have a kitchen party next month?
Yeah, that would be me.
At Courtney’s open house last week, the teacher passed out paperwork to all the parents and wanted volunteers for the various things in and out of the classroom. I had told myself that with our busy schedule, I would make sure I said NO to helping with parties and field trips, but would gladly provide any supplies the teachers or the students needed. However, when the form got passed around to ask for volunteers, guess who signed up to do at-home projects, such as cutting, gluing and assembling packets?
Yeah, that would be me.
Seriously, and if I didn’t already have you convinced at what a whack-job I am, do I need to mention who committed the next 12 months to attending one monthly stamping club get-together AND one monthly scrapbooking club?
Yeah, again that would be me.
With all that being said, can you figure out who is going to listen to my constant whining and other childish behavior, because surely I will need a sounding board for all of this?
Yeah, that would be you.
I apologize in advance.
