Ruffles or Lays?
Avery had another meet last night. Fortunately it was local, just five minutes from home.
We're friends, right? So it would be okay if I vented for a minute? Good. Thank you. I promise I'll get back to neighborly love and homemade jam after I get this off my chest.
A downside to synchronized swimming, and probably most organized sports, is the required parent volunteer time. It's not that I don't want to help out and offer my time, I just don't like being told to either work 15 hours or write an additional check for $50. I'm stubborn that way. And since I don't really fit in with the other synchro moms I am out of the loop and don't hear about many volunteer opportunities; except for the snack bar, the volunteer job no one seems to want.
The team almost did not have a snack bar last night. No one had stepped up to stock the snack bar with junk food and volunteers. One mom asked me three separate times if I wanted to run the snack bar. I just couldn't do it; I am morally opposed to cheese sauce that comes in a can. I am also opposed to serving cans of empty calories and single serving bags of carcinogens to young children. I suggested that perhaps we could stock the snack bar with healthy food, only to be told that no one would buy it.
At the last minute, a "nice parent" drove down to Costco and picked up some supplies, sent out mass emails to round up volunteers for shifts, and I agreed to work in the snack bar for an hour. Here's where I admit to my hypocrisy: I bought a twelve pack of Sunkist and two boxes of Rice Krispy Treats to donate to the snack bar. I also bought a can of Coke during my shift because I just couldn't resist. I sold my daughter a hamburger. This was after she bought a donut with blue icing.
We got home from the meet and I set about making dinner. I was the only one who ate. George and Aidan admitted to stopping at 7-11 on the way home from the meet to buy Slurpees, nachos and a hot dog - a HOT DOG FROM 7-11!!! Avery was up past midnight complaining of a stomach ache, which I contribute to the raw meat she ate before telling me her hamburger was not cooked in the middle. Then Aidan announced from the toilet this morning that he had green poop, I assume from the Slurpee and hopefully not the hot dog.
One of the great benefits of sports for children is exercise and physical conditioning, yet involvement in sports often leads to poor food choices. Whether it's the snack bar at the games, or the convenience of a drive thru dinner on the way home because every one is too tired to cook and too hungry to wait. Even if you load up a bag with sliced fruit, nuts, popcorn, peanut butter sandwiches, and ice water, the allure of junk food is nearly impossible to resist.
There are only a few weeks left for synchronized swimming, and I have 14 more hours to volunteer; though I'm seriously thinking about writing a check. I'm also thinking about making and selling some book marks or magnets with some of the pictures I've taken at meets and donating the money to the team; perhaps the coach would consider that as volunteer work. The good news is there are no more meets at home, so I won't be working the snack bar any more this season. Perhaps I'll never have to ask, "Which potato chips do you want, Ruffles or Lay's?", ever again.
Posted by Molly at 1:46 PM