Monday, January 30, 2012
Then I got sick. That was three weeks ago and I'm just now working on getting rid of my second (or is this one my third?) sickness. I hesitate to say "cold" too loudly because if it hears me, it might come running and lick me on the mouth. Again.
Needless to say, I sort of let my volunteer duties slip a bit. And boy did I ever hear about it.
No matter. The frustration of hearing what a crap ass job I'm doing is totally offset by the thousands of dollars that I pull in every year at this VOLUNTEER thing. For real, instead of going in and doing my duties in a timely fashion, I propped my feet up and counted all of my money instead.
And next time, instead of staying home when I'm dripping, sneezing or vomiting, maybe I will come into the school. And drip and sneeze and vomit all over the kids. Because that bulletin board isn't going to decorate itself, people.
All kidding aside, I suppose these situations do give me the opportunity to reflect on how I'm not always patient with others. And how we would all do well to give each other the benefit of the doubt and even extend some grace from time to time. We all have bad days and during those times, we're all doing the best we can.