Yes, that's right, I accepted a new position this morning. No, I'm not talking about the dream job. Right now my dad's breathing has become erratic as he is reading this. You okay there, Dad? Breathe in. Breathe out. No, I didn't quit my nanny job.
What happened is, the president of the Mom's Club that I belong to sent out an email, early this morning. It seems that the current editor of the Mom's Club monthly newsletter has been elected Secretary of our group, which means the space of Newspaper Editor needed filled. In my early morning stupor, (Dylan woke me up at 5:30am, because he is sick), I seem to have volunteered for the job. DOH! (smacking hand loudly against forehead)
Have I learned nothing from JCK about the dangers of hitting the send button before contemplating the consequences? I work 3 days a week, take care of a very active toddler, who I just learned today has an ear infection and impetigo, I'm trying to keep our house in "showing" condition, and our closing on the new house is tomorrow. But, that wasn't enough for me! No! I figured that what I really needed was a new challenge! Talk about a stupid fool, uh, no....overachiever, sounds much better.
Haven't I learned from Jonny's Mommy, (who happens to write for a newspaper), that when you write, everyone becomes a critic? What's that Jim? I don't take criticism well? Oh, yea. Huh. I wonder if there are some skin thickening exercises I could start doing? Perhaps, a pill I could take? I'm sure my shrink could prescribe something. I'll give her a call. Better call a plasterer while I'm at it to fix these dents in the wall - from where my head keeps smacking against it. Maybe I'll call Father Time, too, because it just won't do if Burgh Baby's Mom is the only one to get more hours in her day.