So congratulate me. I'm a room parent. Whatever that means.
The "room parent coordinator" left me a message the other day that I have been "selected" to be Room Parent for Fourth Grader's class. I was really hoping for Sixth Grader's class, if only so I could have permission to show up in her classroom and bug her on occasion. But this will be fun, too.
Except I really don't have any idea what a Room Parent does.
Not to fear. The "room parent coordinator" informed me that there is a "training meeting" next Monday night for all us newbies. Are you serious, lady? I bet this is the kind of job description that can be summed up in ten words or less. But no, don't worry, I will work this meeting into my schedule somehow. The Tornadoes don't really need to eat dinner after gymnastics.
In other news, I am looking for a cure for this disease I seem to have. I don't know what the diseases's official name is, but the primary symptom is the inability to stop reading a book halfway through, even if it is god-awful. I am right in the middle of an absolute stinker. I have been picking at it for a good month now, having completed two other books in the meantime in an attempt to soften the experience. No matter how long I leave it, when I come back...it still stinks. And yet I press on.
These are the glory days of my life.
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I'm in the middle of a bad book too. Not just bad, but boring and bad. It's on the floor under the coffee table right now, which seems like a good place for it.
what book is it? Hope it's not one I recommended! I just finished Sebastian Barry's 'Secret Scripture" and it was good but I had to muddle through it and I swear I dont; remember how it ended---and I finished it last week.
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