How could it be fall when it was summer just yesterday?
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We just got back from a “family breakfast” event at the school. We got Emma and Sarah settled with their plates and little cups of juice.
So there I was, having one of those regular “hihowareyou” kind of chats and kidding around with the dad of a couple of our little friends.
“This is the day everyone realizes what a grouch I am in the mornings,” I said, jokingly.
“You??” he said. (And it wasn’t a mocking tone either) “NO WAY!” I could tell that he truly couldn’t believe that I had a tendency to be snappish in the predawn hours.
And was does my husband do? He nods his head and CONFIRMS IT. “Yup. She’s a grump alright!”
Thanks hon. For setting the record straight. I’ll get you later. ;P
The family breakfast is an annual event. It’s an opportunity for parents, kids and teachers to mingle over coffee and bagels. We’ve been going since Emma was in JK. There’s always a great turnout and the kids love it.
Here’s where I have to come clean. There’s a part of me that hates going to these kinds of things, and it’s not just because it’s in the morning and I haven’t had a chance to shower and make myself look presentable. It’s the chitchat. The mingling. I’m not a mingler. I’m not that kind of player, and I fear that I will always find it difficult.
If I’m forced to do it I can do it. I paste a big fat grin on myself and throw myself into it. I pretend I’m outgoing… I pretend I’m someone else. But it takes so much effort. And I’m not always up for it.
I was talking to someone about this the other day. I told her I was an introvert. She didn’t believe me. But it’s true.
In our society you need to do well at these kinds of things, and when I’m confronted with the situation I feel like I’m in grade seven again. What’s worse is that I know I will never change.
*sigh*
On the agenda this weekend: painting my frame (finally), and maybe, maybe, rewriting a lost story. Have a good one everyone!
