6 Grand Officers, 4 -11 year olds, one kid with ADD, (medicated) 2.5 Jewish Mothers and exactly 3 hours of sleep - all weekend.
There is something seriously wrong with me.
Let me begin to detail the above statement and try like the devil not to bang my head against the desk as all these repressed memories come flooding back in a fit of terror, angst and just general stress.... set your way back machine to Thursday.........
Up mostly early, wanted to get in, make sure things are done, then head .5 miles to company HQ for some mentor training, "refresher" course and general stuff... worked another 1.5 hours with 2 meetings then when a third was scheduled I smiled and said, you take this one I'm outta here.. So, home, packed, put things to right, ran the dishwasher got all my stuff together, loved the pups, played outside it was SO nice, then finally the bell tolled and I was headed to pick up kids. Not before, 3 phone calls of who was going where when and how and who wasn't coming. Thankfully I had suitcases and one adult, the other two cars had the kids... ahhhhh. Starting off great.
Get there, get semi-organized and realized right away how much I didn't like having 'my' kids spread across 4 rooms with other people. I can't keep track of where they are and what they are doing. Parents get testy when you leave with 9 kids and come home with 8... go figure. So I brought up my list maker on my phone banged in every one's room number and got it all worked out. Ended up having to take kids to get something to eat - after an announcement was made that one kid had "decided to become a vegetarian." Oh just shoot me. IF you had told me this bit of fluff a month ago - I would have requested those meals... my response was - 'deal with it'. I took the kids to the grocery store with hot and cold running buffets, I grabbed a bowl of soup for myself thinking it was going to be along night away... after coaching one princess through the process - we managed to get it all worked out, ate and back to where we needed to be without much fuss or muss.
This year due to last years - "incident we no longer discuss in Girl's Group" I am sitting in practices... thank goodness for a Kindle. And in a fit of I don't know what - they were done - early. 11PM early but still it wasn't 2 AM!
Friday I apparently managed to tick off more kids than mine with wake up calls - I roomed with another woman who's daughter was right next door - and they opened the adjoining doors... oh joy. Yes two of my kids were in there -but I would have let them have their space - and knocked on the door to wake them up. :-)
Friday was a series of get movings, and waiting around, and whining and button busting as MY kids did a fab-u-lous job enjoyed the heaps of praise, enjoyed the Friday evening also without much goings on - I almost started to feel - optimistic - then of course karma that witch let me see a shining light and of course it was the freaking train coming.... Friday night they announced State appointments for the following year.... I went from 6 state office holders to 7 - out of 18 possible slots - and with 5 other local groups in the mix. Happy Happy - PANIC PANIC - included in this mix is the girl who is number 2 in the state, and the secretary and the treasurer for the year - who also have to run the junior fund raising board ... which means taking care of additional crap, monies and all the rest with an adult who lives 2 hours away - they don't like me involved. I have had either the Secretary or Treasurer for the State for the past 3 years... I am grateful that they didn't appoint a chick from the other end of the state - who annoys me on a molecular level. I would have killed her by the end of the year. I digress...
After breathing into a paper bag for 15 minutes following the announcements, I again bask in the glow of all the appointments, and the praise saying how our local girls have truly earned their appointments and how well they are all doing ... (bask bask bask.... ) Friday night - my girls sweep one category in the Ritual Competition! And take third place in another! so out of 6 possible awards... my girls took 4. (glow glow glow)
Saturday dawns while we are up and moving - I only pestered the girls next door when they had 30 minutes to be ready - and of course one princess was still abed. Move your fanny pumpkin. That was also the morning where we must do "breakfast on our own" I had supplies, the girls came to me - the gal I shared a room with did a Chik-fil-a run... for breakfast - and left her 3 year old with me - ah - so I turned on the TV found family friendly programming and hit the shower. She returned all was well - we all got dressed and headed down... after I rounded up everyone else.
First noise of the train coming was Friday night - issue with roommate, locking out - leaving someone behind - so when I walked upstairs with girl -at 12:45 room was being left open - I yelled at them for that - talked to the other Hope Girl for not siding with her local chick and reminding her I don't like dealing with this 'stuff' and I did use the word stuff. So I had her mother take her down and get another room key, and they all I am sure said nasty things about me. Groovy as long as you are safe and not fighting that is what I want...
Saturday morning went off without a hitch, lunch was lunch, and then some more fun stuff started. Saturday - lunch is also part of the Bigger award that only a select few girls and adults can get, you must bring in three new girls, and be recommended by those who have the award in your local group. We got to discussing it, and one woman, whom I was stupidly talked into giving this award to made some mention of giving it to her husband. BWAA HA HA HA HA HA - are you serious? Writing a check does not get one this award... this man showed up 15 minutes before the meeting honoring his daughter as State President and left 15 minutes after that... I was there 3 HOURS before that meeting, and after that day from hell I took HIS daughter to the fabric store due to some issue these people had that day. Fat chance pumpkin.
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