So this evening we had a parents meeting for Girls Basketball. Princess Penelope plays Varsity, so they had a meeting to discuss schedule, practices, grades, concession stands --- all that stuff that goes along with it. No problem, I've heard it all before and was in fact a little sentimental that this was the last time that I was going to sit through one of those meetings. Then they get around to talking about the Veterans Day Tournament we are hosting -- which tips off in 9 days. And they mention that they need a volunteer to head up the hospitality room. Silence.
Before I actually consciously knew what I was doing, I pulled out my cellphone and sent my boss a text asking for that day off. WTH? She texted back immediately that would be fine. So, before my brain could register the "Are you completely nuts?" -- I raised my hand and volunteered. To run a hospitality room for all of the visiting coaches and refs. To organize a group of parents (most of whom could not be bothered to show at the meeting) to bring food and man shifts in the room. To cook and organize and drive myself into an insane frenzy for three solid days.
It's Official. I've lost my mind.