Waking up the Mommy Brain

For the last month or so I've been trying to wake my brain up from it's Mommy Slumber.  I mean, it's been 4 1/2 years now, so it should be ready.  You would think.  But it's not.

Well it has to be because 3 months ago I got swindled into being on the board of my kid's co-op.  I only said yes because they asked me three times.  After saying no the first two times, I finally conceded.  But it wasn't easy.  First  I had to convince myself that this was what I wanted to do. Then I needed to fool myself into thinking that stepping up to the plate and being part of the team would feel good, no- GREAT!  And lastly, I steamrolled myself into believing that it would be an easy undertaking, no big deal.  Well, guess what?  I was wrong!

Actually, I'm not too upset yet.  I don't think I would be very upset at all except for the fact that I can't seem to wake my brain up from it's extended vacation.  I've been a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom) for 4 plus years now and all I want to do is keep hitting the snooze button!

Three weeks ago was the actual start of my new job.  That came with my first official board meeting which lasted, hold on, listen to this....wait for it..... FOUR HOURS!!!!!   I didn't get home til midnight. Coach Hubs literally thought I was lost in the abyss of the 4 blocks between our street and our new president's street.  Frankly the latter sounds much better.  In truth me and my numb ass were being held captive by our new, and still very over zealous presidents.  I hadn't sat through a meeting so long and painful since my last real job.  Obviously listening to baby talk and Dora the Explorer is much easier on my ears and brain. 

Next came the emails.  LOTS and LOTS of emails.  Wait.  What did I sign up for?

Membership Co-Chair, (Prospective)... What the f**k is that?

Then I got my Job Book.  Yes, a Job Book.  Everybody else's job book was a mere PeeChee folder...I got this:

Files upon files of information on how to do 'MY JOB'

With the Job Book came the voicemail duties.  Since I'm Membership Prospective I have to man the voicemail lines and return phone calls to desperate mothers trying to get in on the preschool  thing a bit too late in the game.    So far we have about 10 prospective families and only 3 available spots.  Guess whose job it will be to tell said desperate parents that their kid didn't make it into our program?  OH, ME, ME, ME-PLEASE LET IT BE ME! 

Pipe down.  IT'S YOU!

But not before I plan AND host the open house first.   Shoot me- NOW!

OK, so after the emails and voice mails started coming in it became apparent that I needed to set my desk back up.  I had retired my desk about 8 months previous when I got my new laptop.  I was happy to get that clunky piece of  furniture out of my living room.   But now it's back. 

Let the clutter begin!
(ps- burbank school kids recognize that desk from anywhere? jay took that desk from a luther trash pile during their remodel, it's an old teacher desk)

Along with setting the desk up came setting up the printer which needed $60 worth of new ink cartridges, then, I needed Word and Excel programs installed on my laptop to deal w/ all the files that were being constantly sent to me.  I hadn't bothered to do so previously, because frankly, this mommy brain didn't need them-  I'M ON VACATION, REMEMBER?


So after all this, my brain finally starts showing some signs of life.  I'm fielding phone calls left and right, filling out forms, sending out mailers and actually 'selling' the school to prospective members.  I even made a few of my own spreadsheets and my first flier using MS publisher: 

Maybe this won't be so bad after all.  I have discovered two things about myself the last couple of months.  That I did enjoy waking up my mommy brain and putting it back to work.  But also that I'm still in no rush to get out and join the rat race.  I'd rather stay home and run races with my two rug rats instead.