Last night, I hosted the Boosters for our monthly meeting. Since the Man-Cub's class graduated last spring, our numbers have shrunk (shrunken? Shrank? Shrinked? Miss Axelrath, my high school Honors English teacher would be so proud), so, it is getting harder and harder to provide the level of awesome that we have historically provided.
This is apparently becoming obvious to the parents of our athletes, who, have sent us encouraging and helpful suggestions via Facebook Messenger, gems like "You need to get off your asses and cover the wrestling team more" and; "I don't follow your Facebook page or listen to the school announcements, or read the newsletter that you send home with my kid! How am I supposed to know when you are taking button pictures or decorating lockers?!"
When I replied to the wrestling comment, I was on my best behavior; I used my indoor voice (no virtual shouting in CAPS LOCK) and was incredibly diplomatic, going so far as to offer an invitation to the commenter to join the Boosters so that he, too, could work tirelessly on a volunteer basis while also holding down a full-time job and managing a personal life, all for the reward of being criticized by people too lazy to volunteer, themselves.
I haven't heard back.
When I saw the other comment, I ignored it, completely; it came from a parent with serious substance use issues and I didn't feel the need to poke the bear, if you get my drift.
Anyhoodle, we are a small group, but, we are mighty in our determination to support our athletes to the best of our ability, so, despite the haters, we will continue to do the best we can with our limited resources. Not coincidentally, we will also continue to drink wine at the meetings. Lots and lots of wine. Oh, and Tippy Cow*, for those among us who don't prefer wine.
*Tippy Cow is an orange cream flavored rum drink that tastes just like an orange dreamsicle, but, with a kick. It's delicious and very popular among the Booster moms because it numbs us to The Haterz.