It’s Just Like Swimming…in Quicksand
Pee Wee Wrestling, oiy. I swear; we had at least two million extra kids at last night’s practice. And, you may think that I’m exaggerating but, nay, my friends, nay; it’s as though they multiply each week (like Gremlins only; minus the bad teeth, homicidal tendencies and swinging from the rafters. Well, so far, anyway).
This exponential multiplication in numbers is making my task of ordering uniforms quite challenging and, frankly; I be tired of the process. With any luck at all, we will have a complete roster by tomorrow and I will have the T-shirts ordered by Friday morning; just in time to leave for the State wrestling tournament in Denver.
If I’m not so lucky, I’ll spend my entire weekend obsessing over the fact that we will never have our uniforms in time for our first tournament. It will totally ruin my weekend and The Girl’s birthday to boot.
Either that or I’ll don my Scarlett O’Hara mantra and la dee d a…I’ll think about it later.
On a different-but related-topic; this evening I get to spend four hours at the school taking registration for youth baseball and, I know I said that I wanted to get more involved in our community but; the theory was ever so much more pleasant than the practice.
I bitch but; I’m adjusting.
Speaking of bitching, I’m in month two of my new employment and I still feel like I’m struggling to get it down pat. I can’t remember how long it took me to get so good at my previous job that I could basically do it on autopilot but; I don’t think it was this long. I’m trying not to get discouraged but, it’s hard.
On the other hand, if all else fails; I have a future as a professional community volunteer. It doesn’t pay much and the benefits suck but the demand is high and I would have my weight in free T-shirts.
Lookin' on the bright side, 'cuz that's how I roll.