By Melissa Mc
You know that loud lumbering sound your washing machine makes when it gets off balance – too many heavy towels, too many heavy pairs of jeans – that is what has become of my life in recent months – a heavy, out of balance, too many towels, washing machine. If you listen closely, that’s me thumping as I meander through my house.
A year ago I blogged about the high end fundraiser our PTA sponsors to raise money for, well, the PTA. It’s held at the very swanky Clinton Presidential Center, with a lovely view of downtown. It is sufficiently stocked with LOTS of alcohol and lots of lovely auction items. Who knew when I mocked said event that I would be planning it this year!! Me, the person who hates ALL things associated with parties! And who doesn’t know the difference between a magnum of wine and a bottle (trust me, there is a big difference!) or how many bottles of beer come in a case. Blast you unmerciful justice of the cosmic universe!
I’m still wondering how I got myself into this mess – oh, yeah, it was that whole POWER of YES nonsense! Listen to me now – YES is SOOOO OVERATED!! Because once you say yes, you find yourself wanting to hide in your closet because you aren’t sure if you can do it all.
I have spent months trying to get sponsor money, people to donate items, artists to donate their artwork, moms to help coordinate art projects for each of the classes in school – and guess what, in case you have forgotten – people don’t have any money or any things to donate! We’ve lost three of our major donors to other schools and everyone else, us included, is keeping their checking accounts closed. Our sponsorship money is down 60% from last year, as well as our donated items and ticket sales. Not to mention my planning predecessor has offered me NO HELP in this event, other than emailing me a few PDF files. So, I’ve basically had to (pardon the cliché) recreate the wheel when organizing this fete. And I was HORRIBLE at making wheels in the first place!
And my house! Good gosh – it’s like someone dropped cases of paper and boxes and framed things everywhere and I have NO idea where to put it!
Couple the above stress, with my normal routine of kids, job, husband, oh yeah, and that church thing – and I’m ready to call it quits. Put a fork in me. I’m done. I don’t know if I can pull this off. I already feel like people are looking at me with the word “failure” in their brains.
So if you don’t hear from me for a while, it’s because I’m at the back of my closet with a blanket over my head hoping that when I come out, this will all be over.
But wait – it won’t be over – because that YES – also got me a year as PTA president next school year!
Would someone please do my laundry for me??!!
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