Sometimes we drive through four states to make it home for Christmas. Sometimes we brave the TSA and fly in for Fireworks in the 4th of July. Sometimes all we have is each other, and that is OK too. Being together is enough.
Except for this one time of year.
It's not Thanksgiving, or even trick or treating with out daddy for the third year in a row.
It's school fundraiser time.
I know that sounds completely petty and absurd, but I am writing this blog because it is breaking my heart and I can't fix it.
The school has let the fundraiser people come in, and drill into all the kids heads that they aren't doing their part unless they sell ten items each. My only two school aged kids got their packets Friday and have asked about it constantly since then. I feel so bad for them, they are so excited. With each order form and catalogue they also passed out a PRIZE sheet. You get prizes for selling things and the kids are practically salivating at the idea. Only I don't know who they are going to sell to. My oldest daughter, Clover who is 7; keeps suggesting people we can ask. She lists off the parents of all her friends, and unfortunately they all have kids that go to our school too.
Did I mention our school is on an Air Force base? The one we live on? The one my husband works on? So all our of neighbors and most of my husbands coworkers have kids at the school. The ones who don't... well lets just say, everyone knows who they are and are looking for them Monday morning. Add no family any closer to Nevada than Texas and you don't exactly have a recipe for fundraising success.
I tell them that, while I don't want to discourage them, we face unique challenges. I can't afford to buy 20 rolls of wrapping paper with out it coming out of the kids Holiday gift budget. So sweet little Violet who is 6 in just a couple of short weeks suggested I ask all my friends on the Internet. At first I shrugged her off, because I didn't think it would work. But earlier this evening when I was telling my friends on facebook why fundraiser time on an Air Force base is the pits, Clover's voice popped into my head saying we should at least try. Which is what she says every time she brings up the fundraiser. Which is at least twenty times since Friday. So I said, I am going to BLOG about this. I can't promise anyone will buy anything--but if just on person does that will help.
So if you can spare a few bucks in the bad economy to help the Kulig kids school and self esteem, we'd really appreciate it. I know it's asking for a lot, and I don't expect a huge success from this but since they have finally caught on to the fact that it's hard for military schools--this fundraiser has a website people can buy things. Each kiddo has their own link which is attached to their picture
Butterflies, math, science, art and staying out too late riding her bike.
When she grows up, she wants to fight fires and sell books. Hopefully not at the same time.
Writing her own books, anything her sister has, and the color violet.
When she grows up, she hopes to be on youtube.
Lord, save me now.
Lord, save me now.
Thanks for reading this far guys. It means a lot to me. More reading, writing, and bookish things will resume later in the week. Hopefully when I am done biting my nails over this ridiculous little bump in the road to happiness.