Just a quick note to tell you how much of an ethical dilemma you really are.
You’re cute, that’s for sure. Your little blue awnings, your ambiance of 1950s parochial school nirvana. You’re probably worth the thousands of dollars I’m paying you to educate my kindergardener.
You may have noticed I’m sitting this latest Whatever-a-thon out.
No, I’m not trying to break up with you.
I really enjoyed the Girl Scout Cookie drive- love me some Samoas. The Wrapping Paper Fest was fun, since I have an oft-overlooked penchant for lovely paper. I didn’t even mind the Spirit Wear-a-thon. I’m sure I’ll get lots of mileage out of the tie-dyed sleeveless wifebeater with the school logo on it.
But then came the Grocery Food Fest.
And the Lunch With Santa, for which I was asked to provide cookies even though we weren’t going.
And the order form to pay for an out-of-uniform-day to support Haiti. Kindergarden doesn’t even wear uniforms.
And the Jump-a-thon.
And the Just-Send-Us-Your-Money-And-Don’t-Ask-Why Signup Sheet.
Ok, maybe I made that last one up.
These things are probably crucial, I suppose, to raising funds for whatever project the soccer moms have planned for a select group of students, somewhere. And Haiti? Sure I think it’s important to support people in the aftermath of a tragedy.
But you are eating my mind. Or, more specifically, draining me of my lifeblood. I’m a mom and work full time just to put food on the table and clothes on the back of my non-uniformed cutie. Sure, I’d like to be able to “give my time” instead of my cash, come be with the kids, read to them and help them with art projects, but I just can’t.
So, thanks but no thanks. I have enough mommy guilt without adding financial disasater to my list of issues.
It’s not me. It’s you.
Have a Samoa.