But this year I have succumbed. Perhaps I'm a little weak right now after a weekend away from the kids. Or maybe I have a hormone imbalance. Or maybe I have finally completely lost my mind. For whatever the reason: weakness, PMS, insanity... I have done it. I have been drafted. I have been handed the uniform. It is official: I am room mom.
So what's there to do now but don the uniform proudly, step up to bat and attempt to hit a home run. Or at least not strike out. I suppose I'll settle for a double or a triple. Regardless, I will bat to the best of my ability... and in the meantime can someone please come and dust my baseboards and clean my windows for me, because I'm pretty confident it won't happen until the end of May.