My mom has been running our church's vacation Bible School since I was a little kid. She loves it, and though I don't share my mom's crazy enthusiasm, I'm willing to help her out.
I think her long-term plan is to hand over the Bible School duties to me, but unless Bible School can be about a week late and completely half-assed, I think her plan has a few flaws.
This year's theme was A Fishin' Mission and it was held outside. All activities were water-based, and I was excited to get a tan and take some aggression out on my kids by blasting them with squirt guns.
I arrived, well late, and was handed the volunteer sheet (which was made by my mother).
I was anxious to see my job and hoped that maybe I'd be in charge of the water balloon race or if I was really lucky, the snacks.
Well, check this out:
Yep, I spent the day being the "Potty Leader" or really the Ass-Wiper.
Unfortunately, being the "Potty Leader" wasn't much of a departure from my daily life.
With two of my three children requiring bathroom assistance, I'd probably consider myself qualified for the job.
Being a qualified "Potty Leader" isn't exactly how I saw my life unfolding. Yet ,here I am....my life unfolded in all it's glory - on a sheet of Charmin.