Episode 54

We had the first parent-teacher meeting of the year.

Standard stuff, nothing crazy.

Meet the teacher, hear about the curriculum, sit in a chair that's too small for an adult.

You know, the usual stuff.

The struggles, right? And somewhere in that meeting, apparently somebody, and I still don't know fully who, looked at me and thought, yes, that man right there seems like he'll be a great helper for all the parties and events this year.

Okay, I get it.

My personality, I understand.

I want you to understand what I said maybe four sentences that entire meeting.

I don't know what I did to earn this.

I don't know if I was my energy, my face, or just luck.

Good luck, bad luck, we'll see.

By the end of the meeting, as a husband tried to do the right thing, let my wife know, hey hun, adding your name to the class parent list.

My wife gets up, heads to the table where the list was and you guessed it, volunteered me.

Next morning on the teacher's app, my name was picked and it is official, I'm a class parent.

Nobody consulted me.

There was no interview process.

My wife just looked over at me mid-meeting, got up, and said in her head, He'll do it.

Yeah, because like she was like selling a used car or something.

The following morning when I asked her, wait, what did I just get signed up for? And she said, oh, you'll be great at it, which is not the answer.

That's not what I asked.

That's a redirect.

I know a redirect when I hear one.

So now I'm responsible for the parties, events, and whatever the teacher needs help coordinating throughout the year.

Me, a man who once got outvoted at the barbershop by his own five-year-olds.

A man who fought a wildcat and lost.