Awhile back, I tried to volunteer for Meals on Wheels. I thought it would be fun for Emma and me to bring a little cheer to some elderly people who can't get out much. The first time I spoke to the coordinator on the phone, I mentioned that I had a two year old who would be coming along with me. Clearly, no one had ever tried to do that before, because the woman stammered and stuttered for about three whole minutes before telling me that she'd have to talk to some other people about it. Okay. She called me back the next day to say she'd talked to some people, but they weren't sure, so she was going to talk to some other "higher-up" people and get back with me. She called back a few days later, saying those people weren't sure, but they were going to bring it up at the next board meeting. Really, is it that big of a deal? So, again, she calls back and it was decided at the meeting that it wouldn't be safe for me to bring Emma along. Huh? She asked if I could leave Emma with a baby-sitter and do it by myself. I assured her that wasn't an option, and promised to call again in a few years. This was all about a month ago. Well, today she called me back again to tell me that they'd had another board meeting, and talked about us again, and good news! They decided to let me do it if I kept Emma buckled in her carseat, locked in my car every time I went in! Uh, no. I almost said to her "Are you for real?" Not only would that be a completely miserable time for Emma, but some busybody type might see her in there and call CPS on me or something. What were those people thinking?
When I get my chickens, this is the chicken coop I want. I think I will live in there with them!