I’m spending the day at a Cub Scout Day Camp. I’m in charge of 11 8-10 yr old boys.
I went to the information meeting. They will occasionally have free time or a class will end early and I’m supposed to entertain them.
(insert a swear word)
In the bags we are carrying everywhere we go, there will be a deck of playing cards we can use for entertainment.
(insert a different swear word)
So being who I am, I’m googling “How to Play Poker” and “How to Teach Cub Scouts Poker.”
They can bring money for the trade post.
I’m hoping I have all of their money by the end of the day.
Because I volunteered for this.
And I should really be paid.
(insert a picture of me with a new pair of shoes.)
I am not actually going to teach 8-10 year old kids poker. This is all a joke. (I feel I need to post this disclaimer due to the fact people who take everything seriously are usually the most vocal ones on the internet.)
I’m not positive, but I may have been abducted recently. I don’t have any strange markings, except I do have a couple pimples, but I think aliens are getting trickier and are hiding their experiments better.
I’ve been wondering about this because I just haven’t been myself recently.
I’ve done the best I can to create the persona that I am unwilling to do things that do not deliberately benefit myself. This persona is much harder to develop than it seems. I’d thought I’d done an amazingly good job at this until, during a 20 minute time span, I was asked for 2 different favors yesterday. I woke up thinking I just had to buy a baby gift and two birthday gifts and ended up leaving Target agreeing to teach a computer class tonight and three Wednesday kids’ college classes on games. (Also showing that my persona of being a child loather also has a few holes in it.)
I rarely volunteer for stuff. But I also rarely say no when asked to do stuff. (Unless I’ve already agreed to something else.) The universe is supposed to make sure those 2 parts of the equation balance out and agree with my developed antisocial persona.
Now my whole understanding of the universe is being brought into question. But I don’t have time to figure it out because I have to learn how to use my computer by this evening (and I use a Mac which won’t apply to most of the people who show up so if anyone knows some general virus tips, I’m accepting them) and I have to finalize the game Left, Right, Center to play with two groups of 10-11 year olds at noon tomorrow.
My son doesn’t want to be one of them, by the way. I asked him if he wanted to take my kids’ college class. He paused and said, “No. That’s OK. Thanks though.”
(But don’t worry. Like any good mom, I will force him to go support me.)
Tomorrow’s game plan. And don’t worry about all of that candy. I’m married to a dentist so it’s OK.