Lil-lil is loving preschool. She bounds out of the house every preschool morning ready and raring to go. It's a gorgeous little community-run preschool and I'm so happy we found it.
Except, last night, I found myself at a committee meeting. It's here I should tell you that I'm a non-joiner. Always have been. I've never been one for joining groups, clubs, committees or the like. I'm not really the leader/organiser type. I tend to prefer to fly solo or be part of non-organised slacker groups. I also come from a long line of non-joiners. I think it's possible my mum was allergic to the letters P & C. My dad would squirm at the thought of a group of 'amateurs' trying to run something.
It was one of those meetings where they were urging everyone to join and pitch in. Organise, lead the way, plan. So to find myself at such a meeting was a little confronting. I certainly felt out of place and a little cornered. More surprisingly, when they were talking about needing people to write and contribute to the website, I found myself raising my hand. Could it be? Am I actually a joiner deep down? Could this be the first step to running the P & C one day? What's next, tuck shop duty? Fundraiser organising? Running the cake stall? Am I going to be one of those mums?
Well, you can hold off the application for the CWA and the local tennis association, but a little bit of pitching in won't kill me. Will it??