So back in March or whenever it was that we were considering moving, Michael asked me what would hold me back from putting our house on the market then instead of waiting until the summer. I told him, without hesitation, Multicultural Day.
Multicultural Day is a HUGE event at the elementary school that is put on by the parents and volunteers. There are six different countries that they “travel to” with their entire grade throughout the day. And the parents work all year on planning for that one day. But you know how it goes – you’re busy with regular life stuff, so that is the project that’s always looming over you, adding a few grey hairs every couple of weeks when you realize that you don’t have a certain goal accomplished on it yet.
There were supposed to be a number of components (all highly advised suggestions) from your assigned country. There should be a sample of food, a performance, a lesson, a craft, and the room should be decked out. And that was the bare minimum. So guess what I did…yep…the bare minimum. If I was regular, type-A, perfectionist Annie, I would have gone all out. But this time they got stressed out, I’m selling my house, why did I sign up for this Annie.
I did learn the art of delegation, and in the end it saved my sanity (even though I still gained five pounds from stress-eating). I have an amazing artist friend who did all the décor. My real estate agent, knowing that if I was too stressed out I wouldn’t sell my house, found me an opera singer. And the other team members picked up the slack with the handouts, food, and lesson. I just had to organize and set up for everything.
The kids and teachers loved it, but my stupid perfectionism won’t allow me to pat myself on the back for a job well-done. I keep saying it was just fine. Ugh, why am I such a jerk to myself?! Let that be a lesson to you. Don’t be mean to yourself.
And this kid was proud of his mama, and that is the highest praise I could receive! Love.This.Boy.