I've been spending an insane number of hours working on the kids' school's fall fundraiser. There are many days, like yesterday, when I spend six hours straight working on signs and flyers and counting money and going to the bank just so they can make faces at me when I bring them bags of coins. Then once homework is done and the kids are in the shower, I'm back at it. Figuring out which classrooms we need to do targeted marketing in and what awareness strategies we haven't considered, writing listserv messages, and posting to the PTO Facebook page. There are days I love it and days that really just suck all the energy out of me. I do it because I think that as an at-home mom it's kind of my responsibility to step up and take on the big stuff at school. But also, I get a big kick out of all the glitter. This past week, there has been lots of glitter. The really tiny gold kind that gets on everything. It's in my hair, my car, my purse, my kitchen drawers, the cat's bed, the bathroom towels... And I love it! It's happy and sparkly and pretty. It's leftover from me making stars for a poster. It drives Carter crazy, so I clean up what I think is necessary and leave a little laying around that I don't think he'll notice too much.
Then there's the figurative glitter, which is just as fun. Last week had lots of glitter: I was awarded volunteer of the month, Hawthorne's class clapped for me every time I visited, I actually knew how to work all the math problems that kids needed help with in the computer lab, lots of the cute little bitty kids said, "Hey, PTO, I saw you on the morning announcements. When are you going to draw my name for a prize?" whenever they passed me on the sidewalk, I kicked ass in my exercise classes and on my Saturday morning walk, and my mammogram follow-up came back clear this time. No biopsy! Sparkly glitter everywhere. I love it!
