Wish me luck!

Yes, there is no hem in my jeans. I'm freakishly tall so my longs are never long enough. I got sick of shopping for "long enoughs" and ripped the hems out of my "hey my socks are showing" jeans :/

So I'm stealing a few precious minutes before I pack up the girls and head out for 11 hours of taking care of lots and lots of kids. I put on the not so cute but appropriate for 11 hours of running shoes, and my US mail shirt which fittingly reads "guaranteed to deliver" Oh I'm going to deliver alright! I'm going to rock me some childcare!

I purposely didn't show my face. No coffee yet means I'm not camera ready :)

Every October our school embarks on a huge fundraiser. All of the parents of the school rally together, donating their time to make 10000 (yes that's TEN THOUSAND!) home made dutch apple pies. It is amazing to watch and so much fun to be a part of. Hopefully I can get some pics today to show a little of that action :)

I got brought on as the chairperson of childcare about 4 years ago. Ugh. Childcare is definately NOT my forte :/  But my job is more or less running back and forth between 4 rooms full of kids, being watched by OTHER wonderful volunteers. So as it turns out, I don't mind being the childcare coordinator afterall.

Wish me luck, 'cause I'm about to make my cuppa and grab the girls. Not coming  up for air for at least the next 11 hours. Gulp.