My Book Fair is over! And it was quite successful. I'm really happy with the way things went. That's not to say there aren't things I'd like to improve next year, but for a first time out, I think it went really well.
The best part, aside from making a bunch of money for our library, was how excited the kids got. I mean, they were SO into it. Every day, they rushed in as soon as they got to school, and they were in there every recess and lunch. I had my regulars, mostly a group of little girls, who would come in during lunch and chat with me about books. It was really rather fun, since my OWN CHILD completely ignored me. But these other children came in with their piggy banks and tiny wallets filled with their hard-saved money, and I absolutely loved seeing them pick our a book that they were very excited about, and pay for it with their own money. So dear.
Now, however, I am so exhausted I can barely move. And you know, I am often exhausted, I think that just comes with being a busy working mother who just happens to be OLD. But this is really, bone-weary, ass-dragging, dog-tired exhausted.
All this week, I was down at that school, working the Book Fair from about 7:15 am to 4:30 pm. Essentially, I was the owner/manager of a small retail establishment. I had employees which I directed. I had customers who were always right. I worked hard to make sales, bending over backwards to make my customers happy.
And I have had a realization. I haven't had a full-time job, or really any...actual job, since...1987.
It's true. I mean, I earn money, but I don't really work. I have no schedule, no real demands aside from showing up where I'm supposed to be on time, and doing my best.
It is HARD to have a day job!
I suddenly have such RESPECT for all of you working mothers! How the hell do you do it? Especially those of you in a position of authority, who have to make constant decisions, and everyone looks to you for answers and guidance. It's HARD.
So hats off to all of you! I'm glad my full-time job only lasted a week!