The first time someone said to me, “There ain’t no rest for the wicked.” I thought, Huh – that’s interesting. Not only am I extremely busy, but now I’m wicked. Great!
Nowadays, more often than not, I find myself trying to remember just what in the hell I did or what am I about to do that was/is THAT bad. I must really be hell on wheels, because it’s not letting up and it’s about to get real.
The school year is back in full swing and this semester I’ve been promoted to the position of Mom of a Marching Band Member Student Athlete. Before you ooh and aah, I’ll be honest, it’s not actually a promotion. It’s more of a lateral move. The pay stays the same (zero dollars) but I have more duties and obligations (i.e. fees, fundraisers).
If anyone would have asked me a year ago or even 6 months ago, I would have said, “There is no way in hell I’ll be the parent of a marching band member student athlete.” Being the parent of a marching band student is busy enough. Why would I willingly add something else into the mix? I refuse to be run ragged. No Please.
Unfortunately, I don’t always do or mean what I say. I have a calendar chocked full of rehearsals and practices, competitions and meets to prove it. Lucky for me, the band competitions and cross country meets usually occur on the same day .
The practices and rehearsals, when I’m really lucky; run concurrently~can’t be in two different places at the same time. Insert but as luck goes, well at least my luck, the majority of the events are back to back and generally several miles apart.
Thus far, I’ve only had to manage practices, rehearsals and a juggling act consisting of Chicago-Style popcorn and Fannie Mae candy bars. However, it’s about to get real and next weekend is the first test.
There is an early morning meet and marching band rehearsal (simultaneously). The band rehearsal will be missed (no brainer) but I’ll be hauling ass trying to get to the competition 40 minutes away.
For years, I’ve managed to avoid the whole student athlete “thing” and this year I would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn’t been for that meddling kid.
Her first meet is Saturday, September 7 and I will be there to support and cheer her along with folding bag chair in hand. The following week, I will attend another cross country meet and will later whisk her away to a band competition somewhere out in the boonies.
There just ain’t no rest for the wicked.
The youngest… will get you every time.
I’m Just Sayin’…(Damn!)