Mrs. R, Mrs W, Mrs K
A couple of weeks ago, I told my FOMs (Fellow Officer Moms) that I'd really like to skip just one football game. There were things going on that just made me want to stay home and catch my breath. I needed some space.
And they were very gracious and understanding and said all sorts of encouraging things.
You relax, and don't worry about things.
You really do enough, it's okay for you to miss one game.
Really, they were so sweet in allowing me to be a great big slacker.
But then I started worrying that they really liked it better when I wasn't there.
I mean, what if they no longer LET me work in the concession stand?
What if they didn't let me do ANYTHING?
What if I wasn't given any more responsibilities with the fund raising?
What if they no longer let me sit at the cool kids' table?
But then I woke up and said "pffft! That'll never happen" Because as little as I might do (I am known for excusing myself to the bathroom when any hard work comes up) they probably still need me, if for no other reason than because I always have gas....I mean I always have THE gas...I mean I'm the one that gets the gas.
Okay, let me start over. I am the one that gets the propane tanks filled for the gas grill so we can grill up all those scrumptious burgers, pork chops and hot dogs during the ballgame.
And without the propane, we have no hot sandwiches people!!!
I am the gas lady, and I choose to believe it is a vital job despite the fact that I have sat dormant for the last 2 weeks when it came to keeping the concession stand running.
Thank you FOMs - Kelly and Gretchen. Thank you for letting me beg off for a week or two so I could stay removed from a difficult situation and catch my breath. It really means a lot to me.
And you can count on me for that Christmas raffle. Really, I'm you man...er...woman....to get that one up and running.
In the mean time, if you need me for anything, I'll be in the restroom.
Thanks again, ladies.