Now, let me start by saying I am all about supporting the school and helping raise money for it. I cut out every little box top out there, I support the book fair and am a member of the PTA. What I am talking about is those yearly or even bi-yearly big ol' packets of things they are supposed to sell. You know the ones with the overpriced boxes of chocolates, the candy, expensive rolls of wrapping paper and this year even magazine subscriptions.
As a kid I was in band all through high school so had more than my fair share of selling things. I remember coming home all excited after their
|My eye was on the prize of a min-boom box much like this one|
Last week my kids jumped in the car, big fat packets in hand. "There was this really cool ball that lights up when you bounce it", Lucas was saying to Alex as they got in.
"Yes and there are two tickets to Disneyland!" Alex added equally as excited.
They continued to talk about all the cool things the brainwasher had showed them leaving them with false ideas of how easy it was to sell 100 things so they could get Disney tickets. All the while the pit in my stomach grew as I knew I was about to be a dream crusher.
We play all sorts or roles in motherhood: teacher, nurse, monster chaser- but dream crusher just isn't one I really enjoy.
I knew their fund raising dreams were impossible as you see, the rules of fundraisers and society have changed since I was in grade school.
Door to door selling is no longer allowed, now you can sell to your family, friends and co-workers.
For us that means my family who all lives hundreds of miles away who I then would then have to pay to ship the overpriced items to.
Or my friends- you know the ones who all have kids in the same school as mine that are also selling those overpriced items with the desperate wish of going to Disneyland.
Now don't forget my co-workers; oh but wait I am a stay at home mom. My husband, who is a Construction Project Manager, works on-site at the hospital he is building with only a handful of other employees.
So yea- I was a dream crusher. Also a sucker too-as I will have to buy at least three things from each kid so they can get each get the darn bouncy ball for selling 3 items.
Did I mention I hate school fund raisers?
Oh and do you want to buy some overpriced wrapping paper?
No really do you?