This week I received an e-mail from the Kindergarden Room Mom informing me that it was time to get the ball rolling with regard to the Kindergarden End of the Year party. Apparently at the beginning of the year I signed up to be “Lead Mom” for this extravaganza. I have to tell you, this really doesn’t sound like something I’d do. I know myself pretty well. I’m not a Ball Roller. I’m actually more of a Huge Procrastinator. I’m not at all detail-oriented; and I’m always running late, arriving harried and feeling like the only one in the room who doesn’t have a clue what’ s going on. I’d have to have been out of my mind to volunteer to run the show.
When I told her that I thought she must be mistaken and that I probably signed up to be on the committee rather than overseeing the party, she responded with a lengthy e-mail which essentially provided legal documentation of my accepting the role of “Lead Parent.” An excerpt:
- Highlight her suggestions
- Cut
- Paste into a new e-mail
- Send to the class
I told the other mothers to sign up to bring something and to make sure and “cc” the whole group so everyone would know who’s bringing what. Presto! The End of the Year party would organize itself! Who’s the Professional Room Parent now?
As soon as I sent out that e-mail to the other moms, my inbox was flooded. The questions! The unsolicited suggestions! The need for clarifications! Seriously Ladies, could you please read the other e-mails before you write back and tell me what you want to bring? Why were there suddenly so many i’s to dot and t’s to cross?! Frankly, my penmanship is about as good as my time management skills… This party is doomed! After over an hour of sifting through and responding to e-mails about this Loathsome Luau, I received another lengthy missive from Room Mother Extraordinaire…
My eyes began to glaze over. My brain began to sting. I wanted to weep. Gahd this was going to be a lot of work. A short while later, I was neck deep in the mindless micro-management of minutia when I ran headfirst into my first Diplomatic Blunder. I had unwittingly authorized the provision of both plastic leis AND sand tube necklaces as party accessories… Idiot!! And even though the e-mail soliciting supplies had gone out a mere 36 hours earlier, and party was still more than 2 weeks away– both women had already — inexplicably– gone out and purchased their assigned accessories for the class. Truly, I’ve never heard of such an obnoxious level of planning ahead. Now what do I do? Spend more precious time crafting an apology e-mail decrying my oversight and taking full blame. That’s what I do.
Dear Hyper-Organized, Overachieving Mothers who put Pathetic Procrastinators Like Me to Shame,
At this writing the party is still 2 weeks away. There are Party Planning Update e-mails to be written and Updates to the Updates; Flyers to go out in backpacks and Invitations to be sent to parents; limbo poles to be procured, luau music to be located. The list goes on and on… Why? WHY? What possessed me to have signed on for this? I still can’t believe I really agreed to be Party Planner.
Perhaps I’ll requisition the court documents for proof.