On Friday I went to volunteer at Banana’s library. It’s (not, hmmmm) a requirement that I’ve been trying to accomplish since the fall. I’m pretty positive I’m the last mom on earth not to volunteer. No offense to all of the moms who volunteer regularly, I honestly am on a constant cycle of guilt of my horrible time management skills – thinking if I could get more done in other parts of my day, I could do more things like this. Anyway, that’s not why we’re here.
Ok, maybe my shirt was black and not red, and my headband was a little different, but other than that it’s pretty spot on. She actually watched me scan a book to make sure it was okay. Not only did she watch, as soon as I dared, SLOWLY, push the book towards the gun (can I get a soundtrack on this blog, perhaps the Jaws theme?) she actually put her hands on mine so she could show me properly how quickly to move the book under the scanner. I think I may have started to sweat.