indistinct chatter

Emerging from the rabbit hole of the working mom. A new client hired me as a subcontractor through Onward Search, an agency that hires out individual contractors who work in UX and tech in general, to do work for their client, who cannot be named until after May 15. The work is interesting, the client relationship is challenging and satisfying, and life is extremely busy. So busy, that the things that I would have blogged about at an earlier mommy blog didn’t make it to publication. Of course, I would have published it all here.

Soooooo….

We had Halloween, Thanksgiving, Chanukah, Christmas, visited the my folks in Florida, and had Purim. Somewhere in there I got a new gig. Charlie had minor oral surgery and was put under anesthesia for the first time. He came out of it fine, and healed like a champ. It rained and rained and rained. And now Spring is here, and with it, Passover, Spring cleaning, and that feeling of wanting to re-evaluate everything you’ve done in the last 6 months. And you wonder if you’re doing the right thing, and if it’s all worth it.

Yeah, it is.

I recently signed up to be a class parent for my son’s kindergarten classroom.  I always thought I’d do something with a title – teacher, professional something or other, boss – but class mom? This is new territory.

Tonight was the first meeting of the class parents for Countryside Elementary School. Some 20 people got together with the president of the Parent Teacher Organization (from here on known as the PTO) to discuss what class parents actually do. I envisioned having to participate in and organize every event, so it was a relief to hear that class parents are expected to communicate with the rest of the parents in the class, and let everyone know what’s going on. I can do that. I’m good at that.

Some observations from this evening:

• There are no class dads.
• You don’t have to know what you’re doing to be a class parent. Enthusiasm goes a long way.
• Our PTO president has never participated in a football pool. This is going to change.
• No one eats the refreshments at these meetings.
• Selling pies is an acceptable form of fundraising.

I just hope I can live up to my own expectations.