Goose Turds

The Middle Child is playing Little League Baseball this year.  I don't know about the the towns you live in, but here, Little League is not cheap.  We pay a hefty fee for the pleasure of watching the grass grow at our son's baseball games. If there ended up being a little action we have the additional pleasure of scrubbing grass stains from the knees of their pants. 

In addition to that hefty fee we have to write a separate check for a "work bond".  The league holds that check and the parents have to "Volunteer" a minimum amount of hours to have their check returned to them.  I truly don't know how they can call it volunteering when it is forced labor but, whatever. 

Well, if you know me, you know I'm a Cub Scout Leader, an assistant Girl Scout Leader, the vice president of a mom's group and the soccer Team Mom.  I looked at my darling husband and told him this work bond was his responsibility.  When he told me they could keep the check I almost leaped across the table and strangled him.  Guess who won THAT argument.  If you guessed me then you would be right. 

So, this weekend they had a work weekend at the fields.  That gave us the chance to work off the entire bond in one shot!  Guess who I volunteered to go!!!  Yup, that would be the hubs.  He dutifully got up and was at the fields by 8am.  He rolled in a little after 12 all dirty and tired and I asked him what he had to do.  His answer?  Rake goose turds.

I fell on the floor laughing.  While I know he has done his duty schlepping the kids to practices and games, I still feel I log more time when it comes to their activities, so I wasn't feeling too sorry for him.   He wasn't amused.  

I'll take setting up fundraisers, running meetings and making phone calls over raking goose turds any day!