Okay, so I was out sick on Monday and I didn’t have time to blog yesterday. I hope you missed my wit and verve.
I am in the midst of selling wrapping paper and other assorted and sundry items for my son’s school. It is, indeed, fundraising time. A time when all parents are forced to assault their friends and beg them to buy useless crap from a catalog. Stuff they never wanted but stuff you now have to convince them they desperately need. I always begin my plea with the proviso that I’ll still be your friend if you don’t make a purchase. I realize that we are all plagued with these requests, and I empathize with our mutual plight. However, I do summon the requisite assertiveness and courage to “make the ask” because I know that supporting my son’s school is, in fact, a means of supporting my son. So, being the typical gung-ho fundraiser that I am, I have chosen to plunge ahead and face this task with as much dignity as possible. And, like the pain of childbirth, perhaps my friends will forget that I delivered the same cry for help last year and are in the mood for a little frivolous shopping. I’ll be calling you soon.