This year is the first year DD is able to participate in Vacation Bible School. I happily signed her up and then received a “volunteer” form in the mail. I thought, “Sure! I can help!” The form gave a list of areas they needed help with and you were to circle which days you could help. So I naively said I’d help with “snacks,” thinking this meant I was to send snacks or maybe come up and help distribute at a certain time. I circled all the days meaning that any would be fine with me – not that I wanted to do it each day, but I didn’t *think* that’s what they meant. Saresh likes to annoy me by reminding me that when I “assume” I make an ass out of you and me. It’s annoying only in that he always ends up being right.

Then last week I got a letter saying that I was going to be helping with snacks Mon-Fri – but it didn’t give any more info. I finally called this morning to ask what exactly my responsibility would be. Turns out I’m to be there the ENTIRE time each day to prepare and distribute snacks as different shifts of children rotate in for snack time. They totally snagged a newbie on this one. My first thoughts went something like this, “But that’s half a day! But that’s my whole week! But it’s FOOD SERVICE – I don’t like food service! But that’s going to be boring! Crap, I’m such a selfish, bad Christian!”

I know I volunteered and I’m supposed to be doing this is His service, so if they told me to scrub the toilets for VBS I should do it and not complain. They are providing a special time for my child, and at no cost to us to boot. I have 3 days left to work myself out of my bad attitude and buck up for my week of food service. I figure I should be at least passive about it by Monday. I do get to work with two other moms I like, so I figure I’ll end up having fun (I repeat this as necessary as part of my bucking up process).

All of that complaining was to say that apparently God (or at least my church) wishes my rapt attention for the duration of next week as I prepare peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Kool-Aid for legions of small children and try to remember the higher reason of why I’m doing it. In other words, I won’t be around here much next week, and I may not get much written before then. CA has some good stuff still to post though and I’ll check in as I can in the afternoons or evenings (maybe… LOL). (So your comments may not go up in a timely fashion.)

And I’m getting a new modem, hopefully tomorrow, because this one is on it’s last leg and I have random internet access (in and out about every 30 seconds or so – highly annoying), making my time on here sparse of late – wish me luck in hooking it up!

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And on a totally random note for the weekend, Saresh took off today and he and DD and I went to the track to run and then to the park. On the way back home, there were two Indian boys around 13 yrs old walking (ahem… flirting) with two cutie white girls in white tank tops about the same age. They were all walking together. I had to smile and I said to Saresh, “If their mamas knew where they were right now, they’d be in a world of trouble!” He chuckled and said he was just thinking the same thing while smiling to himself.