Monday, October 26, 2009
Ahhh....the Den meeting is over...and I need to decompress
It started out fine....my regulars showed up...the normal new kid showed up...and then #1 walked in the door. I knew it was him immediately...accomplanied by his lackluster mother, who honestly looked like a woman wanting another life somewhere...anywhere. By the way, if you happened to read my previous blog, he is the good son, as opposed to his brother who is the true and real Bealzebub in the new Bear den...but this one has tendencies nonetheless. Let's just call him one that likes to "rile things up" a bit. yay (feeeeel my sarcasm people...at this point it is dripping from the ceiling).
All was going OK, even though he sat next to the kid I didn't want him to sit next to....one that can easily be riled up. yay My first mistake of the evening was giving the boys permanent markers to color in their eggcarton spider bodies. Their hands were covered. Oh well, sorry 'bout that parents...if another parent wants to take over, be my guest...this is like a third job that pays you in rocks. During this time...I am seeing #2 come out.
Satan #2 is another new kid...another attention seeker...a loud shouter outer...the other boys in the group are happy to see him when he strolls in late. When they finally get working, half the table is quiet and working, the other half is getting riled up. What is sad and ironic is that our usual riler-upper was out sick tonight. OMG...my husband the teacher, shoots me a look across the room and our brains match....our perfect imperfect old den we were used to is g-o-n-e GONE! We have been transported to volunteer hell.
So the meeting goes on...my parent helper helps out just fine. The other new parents invited to stay do absolutely nothing.... great. WHen pickup time comes, I can't wait for the 12 boys to LEAVE my house as fast as possible.
But wait...does this happen?
NoooOOOOOoooooo! An irate old-den parent comes in with 2 of the 4 boxes of popcorn that she is returning because she is pissed that she HAS TO SELL THEM. Guess what honey....we all do. The 4 boxes go for $15 a piece (15 sleeves of popcorn per box) and that is $60. This is the ONE big fundraiser we do a YEAR for the entire pack. Most parents just buy the boxes and sell then at their leisure. Others eat them (like my family). Others just toss them or donate them to food pantries after they pay for them. It's part of the BSA thing. Deal with it. You want to CRY? I WILL CRY and tell you that one kid dropped and I am selling the 4 other boxes with my OWN!! IF I pay out of pocket that is $120...looks like I'm paying $75 this year....so SHUT UP!!! and DEAL!!!
She was so livid and angry about having the popcorn sale be mandatory, she was crazy. Nice huh? Right in front of new parents. She is threatening to take he son out if it comes down that it is mandatory. Part of me is and the other part is I I like the kid & his family, I don't think I would want them to leave. But on the other hand...I have 13 boys in this den now...too many for my liking, escpecially with half of them being riler-uppers.
Anyway, she eventually calmed down and took the boxes back...thank GOD our assistant Cubmaster is also one of my parents picking up their kid. She talked her down nicely. I just didn't need that to happen tonight. Not the time NOR the place for that. Honestly, I think she was pissed at me & hubby because we didn't do a big "Show and Sell" at the supermarket. #1 - I don't have the time on a Saturday morning to do that. #2 - the only people showing up would have been me and her and another kid, because not everyone in the den LIVES for scouting...God knows I don't. What is really sad, is that this family is LOADED and the people who aren't are happy to pay their part and move on. Maybe I just don't get people. Whatever.
My son...the Scout...I noticed him sitting there kind of quiet tonight. I don't know if it was the forum, or the new kids, or the chaos...but I think something is turning in his brain. He is supersmart...doesn't really like the goofing around; actually WANTS to become a boyscout, but I don't know...he might be thinking that all the goofyballs in it might not be all that worth it. I can say this because he honestly thinks like that. He's a rare kind of kid. We'll see how this goes. If he's quiet and not his usual self in the next few meetings, I'm just going to ask him whats up. Maybe it was just the newness of the chaos this time...he was feeling them out.
So that was my night. joy. I'd go have a beer, but what would that do....but I would rather not be bloated or groggy in the morning. I'd go eat the rest of the donuts the mom left behind...but that is not good to do either. So to decompress, here I am, typing and giving you all the update you asked for.
Gotta love feeling trapped like this.
But as my favorite author, Jane Austen, puts so eloquently through the mouth of Mr. Bennett in Pride & Prejudice: "This too shall pass, with little or no consequence to me."
As the CubScout Motto goes, I will "DO MY BEST" with what I am given...and just keep my expectations extremely low in regard to this particular part of my life at the moment. I have bigger and better fish to fry...and it's not in the Cub Scout world.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Hey there Sparkers!!!
Whew!! what a kookee week! Happy to report that I got back on my beloved treadmill after many many months...and I RAN! Honest to goodness running going on here! Never did that one before, so I am very happy about this accomplishment. Tues was one mile and Fri was a mile and a quarter. I'm going to try and push it a little further each time...just for fun. Fri was an interesting workout. All I wanted to get in was a half hour while my son played legos...turned out he was so occupied with his playing that I did an extra half hour! One hour on the tread - 475 cals later and 3.25 miles (I strolled)...and a happy kid and mommy were the result. Gotta love that. I'm hoping Monday is a repeat performance...we shall see.
Hmmm...got news that I am gaining 3 new cub scouts...one of which is SATAN Lucky me. His reputation precedes him...the family's reuptation precedes them...The mother is in denile about her offspring and they run amok. The stories I've heard from both parents and scouts is appalling. So, I need a plan of action...and I have one, so now I am calm...it came to me when I was running. The plan is to have 3 strikes....and then he's out of my den. The mother has already been invited to the first meeting he will attend at my home. She was trying to bring along her other devil's spawn, but alas I said "no...unfortunately I do not have enough eyes to watch mine own sweet children whilst the meeting is going on, so I cannot have other children at the house in addition to the scouts..." nice huh? Step one...complete.
Now, if this particular scout is the child...and makes a distrubance, the mom will have to stay at every meeting...which means she will have to find a sitter each time for her other children. This is the general rule for all children that misbehave, so it is very fair. If he's a disturbance at the meeting while she is not there, the child will sit out...then she'll have to be at every meeting after that. Sorry honey, I'm a volunteer, not a babysitter or a social worker.
As for fist fighting...which he has done already...we have established a new policy: PACK POLICY: If he strikes another child, he will be reported to the council and the parent called, she will have to accomplany her child for the remainder of the event/meeting. Next event....if it happens again, the child will leave the event immediately. If it happens again, at all...last chance/strike...the child is kicked out of scouts for good.
Not a nice thing to even talk about, but we cannot deny anyone a chance to join...but we don't have to take any crap either. Rules are rules...if you don't abide by them and be civil...you are OUT. Boy....I have a calm center since Thursday, and I will tell you why becuase when I learned of this news earlier in the week, I was not a happy camper. On Thursdya, when I woke up, I was repeating the same prayer over and over in my head....The Prayer of St. Francis which I memorized in high school:
"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
when there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy."
Well...this is the first half that I kept repeating over and over again....and woke up on Friday with the same thing going thru my brain...so I consider that a sign from above.
So what do I do with that? Well...just what it says...give the kid a chance, be kind and firm and nurturing (God knows, the kid may need just that!)...don't get crazy until there is something to get crazy about...and then - there are rules in place to handle the situation as my backup. Thy will be done. Finito.
OKey Dokey.....enuf with that stuff.
Fall is upon us, here in New York...I have a butt-load of leaves to pick up and rake, not one thing has been done in that capacity, but then again, not all of the leaves are down either. Weekends are very busy too...and they will only get more, so I guess I have to be a bit more organized during the week...like I'm not already. I guess I have to reference my calendar more often! LOL
I went out with my evil Twin last night (we have the same name and our birthdays are a day apart...go figure)...totally discovered that a guy friend of ours who I crushed on for about a year(13 years ago) actually liked me when we were all hanging out...and they told him to go out with me but he wouldn't date "a student"...what a dope!! we were practically the same age and we were just flying small planes - so he wasone of my 'teachers" but teachers aren't supposed to go clubbing with student either. Dope. Well...what's done is done, and I probably wouldn't have met my hubby if I was dating him anyway, so I'm really glad about that in retrospect. But I will say this aloud...get him my picture NOW!!! so he can see what he passed up on...the dope. I will bet money he also didn't want to date me because of my weight...to bad for him because I met my husband during that time and he never had that problem...ever. Hmm...but then again, after I started dating hubby, we never really hung out too much after that as a group because we all got busy , I graduated & we all had to grow up. Oh well.........still....I want him to see a picture of me now... the dope. Don't listen to me anymore...I'm just being and you know, no matter what, he's still a friend after all these years, no matter what...but I really would like to tease him about that too...oops, sorry, being evil again! One day I will have that moment, I'm sure - lol! Honestly, I'd love to know how he's doing...married, kids, work, the whole thing....gotta get a reunion together with the old crew.
I'll just add to the above that I was VERY redfaced during this conversation...and then immediately went all googly/mushy and calm just mentioning my darling hubby....who really is my soulmate...we share a brain and a heart. Who could ask for more than that? It's rare, and I know it, and am thankful for everyday I wake up next to him.
Oh well...my darling is home...and I have to get moving, so ta-ta everyone!!
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Ok, so today I'm in a funk....hey, it happens to us all. I'm not saying I'm down on anything either, it's just a blechk (use the back of your throat when saying that one please ;)) of having too much to do and not wanting to do anything. Too much work, too much stuff that just gets plopped on top of the Mom/Wife/Manager's capable shoulders because that is the way life works sometimes. I'd love to be a kept woman with a staff to order about today, that's all. LOL
And that is why I'm writing about it. I thought of the title at work this morning too, because for goodness sake...it's so true isn't it?
How can I say to someone, "It's OK, don't give up...keep on going, it's just a rut, you will get out of it soon, don't be discouraged, tomorrow is a new day...etc, etc, etc" and not actually walk the walk?
Everyone has those bad days...bad months...bad hours...bad minutes even. The key is to not wallow in the funk that can overtake your spirit.
A lot of us have come way to far to get down on ourselves...so don't. Have the moment and move on. Life's not going to wait for you to get out of your funk...only you can do that.
Ok - that's it....I have some laundry that has to get packed for our last camping trip this weekend before my lunch is over...so for now...I'm going to (as my favorite band from the '90s Extreme sings)...
GET THE FUNK OUT!
In fact...I'm going to jack up my iPod to 10 and play that song whilst I fold the said laundry!
Monday, October 05, 2009
With cub scouts...comes stress...or at least how it was last year. Already I have TMJ from stress, but I got a cub scouty thing off my chest and it has gotten better. They were gunning for me to become the head of our pack...the Cubmaster. It's because I'm so personable...little did they know that when I get stressed I become a B!@#$ - a BIG one. No thanks...I like the mellow me. I'll be the treasurer...it's what I do at work anyway.
Well, that being said...from the moment I signed up for this commitment, I have stressed out. The kids are a motley bunch - I started with 13, now I have 10, which is a good thing...a healthy den is 8. The less kids, the more managable and this year...no more parents at the meetings.
Imagine...12 kids plus parents...all in your house every other week...no wonder I was stressed last year. It was like throwing a party every other week!
I'm actually calm before this meeting tonight. I have a game plan...the parents will be at this one meeting ..and then just 2 per meeting as helpers. I have a lot to print out...easy enough. I have an obstacle course for them to do...with parents helping. I'm sticking to my guns with everything and the kids will get that badge by February.
Anwyay...with the lead up to tonight...I have worked out - I FINALLY GOT ON MY TREADMILL!! YAY! Holy cow...I still got it...a little rusty, but I'm not too bummed about feeling rusty. It's just another thing to work on...I like that. Working out is part of my stress busting plan for this season. I am determined not to fall off that wagon like I did last year. Funny...when you track fitness, you can see what happens when you get sick, get busy, get stressed, have a good month...it's really neat.
That's about it...after the meeting is Dancing with the Stars and then Castle and Lie to Me. I love my shows...so once everyone is O U T of my house...I'm planning on having a beer and vegging out to my shows.
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