What do you get when you put a bunch of “I used to be somebody with air miles, an expense account and fancy suits” ex-working moms with school-aged children together? Welcome to volunteerism as a competitive sport.
Class mom, Hockey/Soccer/Baseball/Swim Team manager, Hot Lunch coordinator, Crossing Guard, Parent Advisory Committee member, School Board liaison officer, Gala chair, Community Outreach Coordinator, Parade Float Designer, Social events organizer, Fundraiser, and the list goes on and on and on. Each Mom (and sorry Dads, but it’s about 90% moms) self-imposes pressure on herself to perform all the mind-numbing minutiae with grace, efficiency and full disclosure to the other non-volunteering moms, which serves to remind everyone just how incredible these Super Moms truly are. After all I feel pretty super when I get all 3 kids to school on time with brushed teeth! But seriously, we should thank God for these Super Moms, because somebody’s got to do it. And get it done, they will!
But when 7 moms (3 Super and 4 Regular) weigh in with differing opinions on what season end Thank-You gift to get for their son’s soccer coach, 52 group emails and zero decisions later, I’m wishing I was a Dad.
I am addicted to Facebook. I check it every morning, in between flipping pancakes and shouting “Hurry up kids! Breakfast is getting cold!” I leave my husband to pour the orange juice and mutter that I just need to check the morning news. In actuality, I’m checking the morning, midday, just before I have to cook supper, and the evening news (hour-long edition).
I have played Bejeweled Blitz and Lexulous for HOURS (and like an addict, I have figured out how to turn off the notifications so that my husband doesn’t know that I am).
I like to collect friends like those trading pins at the Olympics and have been trying to crack the 200 mark for months. I like friending old boyfriends, so that they can peruse my photos (carefully edited, of course) and think that “they coulda had all THIS!” I like seeing what happened to the cool kids from high school and cannot believe who got fat and bald.
But I knew my little habit had become a full-fledged problem when I knew that “Sabrina has left the building”, “Jenny had too much lunch today!” and “Peter is going to SNAP!” before I had heard about Haiti’s earthquake.
Here’s to less snooping through the past and more living in the present! Here’s to Haitians everywhere, our thoughts and prayers are with you.