Remember how a few days ago we were all laughing about the mom who thought her child's teacher was a sadist? (Her name's Ginny and if you scroll down it is down there somewhere). It was so especially funny because I could relate, while feeling relief that Big Kid's teacher seems super cool this year. I couldn't find all of the supplies on her list (because I suck and waited until the night before--very typical) and when I told her I would bring the rest by the end of the week, she waved her hand and said she wished they wouldn't even print the lists because she has so much of everything that she already needs and not to sweat it.
Cool. Not a sadist.
Remember how last year I made the mistake of volunteering, and spent every Monday morning with the little germ carriers then I wasn't appreciative of the idea of a "volunteer appreciation breakfast" at 7:30 a.m.?
Yeah. I learned from that.
So this year, NOT wanting to get roped into some big volunteer ordeal, I casually mentioned that if the teacher had anything that I could help with from home, that I would love to help and that I was sorry I couldn't volunteer in the classroom (which I blamed on little kid).
Perfect solution, right?
Until she sent home ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY fucking stars for me to cut out. 150 is an approximate number, but there are 2 to a sheet and it is a big-ass folder full of stars.
1. I think this is too big of a job for one mom.
2. I think this is too big of a job for a first-time volunteer project.
3. I would just rather purchase already-cut out stars.
4. I fucking hate cutting and I suck at it.
She included a note--"No rush, in a week or so is fine." Well, we're at a week now and with "or so" approaching, I'm going to have to do it this weekend.
The moral of this story is: NEVER VOLUNTEER.