OMG, Another Mom Made Contact!

Sadly my little world can often be lonely.  My husband leaves for work before I’m awake.  Then my kids pile out of the house one by one for school.  All I’m left with is a noisy outdoor cat that cries to be let in and a spoiled indoor dog that cries to be let out.  So I’ve slowly been adding things to do into my schedule.  I’ve added one day a week volunteering at the school and I’ve added every other Thursday volunteering in Deena’s classroom.  I chose every other Thursday because I was hoping to have the opposing Thursdays to volunteer in Fern’s classroom.  ((Note to self: call that teacher and let her know I completed the volunteer orientation.))  I’ve also volunteered to help at all the holiday parties - and the classroom that contacts me first gets my services. 

Halloween is right around the corner and Deena’s classroom Party Coordinator called me to see if I’d help out as Party Mom.  YAH!  And thank goodness, because Fern’s Party Coordinator only called me for punch and plates…blah.  So for Deena’s party all I have to do is plan the games and bring any necessary equipment for the game.  Talk about easy!  I ran the game ideas by the PC and she agreed that I – I mean they – are perfect. 

I ended up talking to the Party Coordinator for almost half an hour about many things besides the Halloween party.  It turns out we are both sitting at home all day with kids and crave adult interaction.  I mean – how else do you explain the fact that we blabbed away like old friends?!  I learned she is the Mom of Deena’s little crush (he’s adorable by the way and very well behaved!), she’s on her second marriage, she has 3 boys and 1 baby girl (4 months old now and she was a BIG surprise) and never uses a babysitter.  And, oh, the things she learned about me.  She knows I have a dog (he barked while we were on the phone), she knows I have three girls and their ages, she knows I went on the school field trip to the pumpkin patch, and she knows I want to help at ALL the parties this year because I’m an overbearing, hovering parent.

I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship!  (Plus I remember overhearing somewhere that she does hair too.)