Just Call Me Czarina
|Divorce lawyers love these.|
Hey, it works, okay?
So, when Larry started the boys in Scouting, I had no problem with it. A father-led activity, complete with monthly camping trips that left me home in relative peace and quiet? A yearly fundraising activity that did the same? Fine with me!
And then, my fatal misstep - I took over Hospitality for the troop, which job includes running the food tent for our annual Mulch Delivery Days. Still, there was a method to my madness - I figured that, so long as I had a major role in this fundraiser, no one could pressure Larry into taking charge of the time-consuming logistics of the whole mulch extravaganza - you know, the advertising, the processing of orders, the procurement of heavy equipment. So long as I harangued people to show up with food and to staff the tent, I could prevent having our lives consumed by what had initially appeared to be a harmless way for our troop to raise some money.
Apparently, I neglected to share this theory with Larry.
Yup, he's running the mulch fundraiser this year. Have I ever mentioned our problem with communication? Because, you see, he NEVER TOLD ME he had volunteered to be the Mulch Czar. NOT ONCE did he mention it. Instead, I found out from another troop mom a month or so ago, who gave me a very strange look when she realized I had no idea that my spouse and I had become Mr. And Mrs. Mulch 2014. NO IDEA.
Mulch delivery is this coming weekend. Considering that Larry had to almost physically restrain me from throttling last year's Mulch Czar when he stole one of my food tent ladies to be a driver instead, I am guessing that our fellow troop parents will have reason to rethink the wisdom of allowing a married couple to run this fundraiser together. And, just as payback, I plan to have the food tent ladies dress in uniform this time.
|Just the outfit for our menopausal bodies|
If my marriage is going to suffer, EVERYONE is going to suffer.
[Paint chips image: My Quilt Place]
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