Tomorrow I will enjoy my last morning of Mommy freedom until school commences again in September. Au revoir to my precious Tuesday and Thursday mornings when both kids are out from under foot. Am I getting a pedicure? Watching The Hills? Going to the gym? No.
You wanna guess what I volunteered to do from 9:00 – 10:00 am (roughly 1/3 of my remaining bliss)? Well, you won’t ever guess so never mind.
I’m standing outside of a local voting place holding a political sign encouraging Marblehead to Vote Yes on Question 8.
Do I care passionately about this issue? Nah.
Do I even know very much about this issue? Not really.
Did Big Brother vomit all over the car of a woman who is both passionate and knowledgeable about this issue? You betcha.
The “incident” occurred in the end of February. A very nice fellow pre-school class Mom kindly offered to deliver Big Brother home from a birthday party. And, lucky lady, the hideous stomach bug of Winter 2010 reared its ugly head roughly two seconds after Big Brother climbed into her car. And it reared its head repeatedly all the way to my house. Nice.
I barely knew her.
Well, after that, she sure got to know me. I was the psycho crazy that couldn’t. let. it. go. I was so horrified by the repulsion of it all. I arranged to have her car picked up to be detailed at my expense and returned to her by the next day. She politely declined my offer and told me that, really, it was fine. I saw her husband at drop-off a few days later and introduced myself as mother to the puker. He laughed and told me not to give it another thought.
But, seriously, it haunted me. Which, I know, is my own silly issue. Clearly, they were fine with it. With a collection of their own kids, it wasn’t the first time and probably not the last time they dealt with such yuck. They were so gracious.
I was still mortified.
So, when she posted on Facebook asking if anyone was willing to hold signs for a cause she cares about deeply?
Hell, yes. You go ahead and sign me right up.
And, as of 10:01 am tomorrow morning, my obsessive compulsive mind can finally call us even. I’m almost hoping it rains. And, you can bet I’ll still be out there.