Why yes I am freaking out about it
Not only am I VP of the local community club, I am also head chair of the youth comittee. *gulp* Because I’m young and have kids or something. Oh, and ideas and I opened my mouth…
Our first event is this weekend. My idea, I did the planning, the promoting, and what little organizing has gone on so far, oh and all the work… You know, what I signed up for when I was volunteered.
(Side note: the kids say “volun-told” in our house when we ask then to do something that they aren’t allowed to say no to. 
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It’s the “BURN YER EYES OUT” videos game session extravaganza! Bring your console & games! Bring your buddies! NO COST! Snacks and adult supervision provided! Please call me to register.
I’ve had NO CALLS. I put up signs in the local post office, the store, the nearest library, an ad in the local freebie paper, the school announced it and the local church announced it at youth group last night (I hope).
Now, part of the reason I wanted people to call me is so I can coordinate how many extra tvs we need. There’s a large tv down there and I am bringing our spare tv and two older game consoles. Fair enough if a couple kids show up.
I am already freaking out about all the other alternatives and what ifs. What if a bunch of kids show up empty-handed waiting to be entertained? What if some show up with consoles and we run out of tvs? There’s no phone there for me to call my backups.
*bites nails*
I will have all the girls with me to hlep. I will have snacks. I WILL breathe. In. Out. I will, if needed, spin the retro feel on it. “This is your chance to pay on *classic* machines, boys…” We are in walking distance of my house and a few others if I need to send Sarah or Meaghan off with messages.
Breathe. Slowly. Did I mention I am the new kid on the block, new in the neighbourhood? And I know I’m being watched to see how I make out?
Where’s my bottle of ibuprophen?
It’ll be okay, right? Right? At least next month, we have an event planned with the secretary three doors down in a bunny suit. That should go well. Right?
Breathe.
5 Responses to “Why yes I am freaking out about it”
Sounds like the way my Girl Scout plans go – they say they’re coming and don’t show, or they don’t say they’re coming and show. I never know what to expect. Better to be over-prepared and disappointed
I feel your pain!
Nobody showed. *sigh* At least the girls and I had fun.
Andrea, I tried posting on Ron’s blog but it wouldn’t go through. Please tell him that your family and his brother are in my thoughts and I’m was glad to read the surgery went well.
That stinks! I totally would have come and brought games and a little bottle of wine for the parents.
Poor you.
Sorry I can’t really say anything else (or encouraging).