Sunday, January 22, 2012

Scout Mom


I knew the second I found out I was pregnant that this baby was going to be in scouts. I was a girl scout until I was 17 and my brother was a boy scout until he was 17. The both of us loved being in scouts. It was fun and we always had something to do. We had meetings, field trips, camping, canoeing, fishing, and camp. My mom always had a hand in our experiences too.  We always earned every single patch and pin that was possible to earn. My mom had a little bigger hand in the boy scouts than she did girl scouts, but I got to tag along so I didn’t care. My mom was a den leader for my brother for a while, she was the head of the camp one year, and she was always at the den meetings and pack meetings. So I knew I was going to be a scout mom.
As soon as my son was old enough I signed him up for cub scouts. He missed Tiger Cubs due to moving as much as we did when we lived in Arizona. But now that we are in Ohio he is in Wolf Scouts. He has two den meetings a month, one pack meeting a month, and right now one field trip a month. My son has so much fun with his meetings and loves everything about scouts. Thanks to my help he has managed to get one requirement away from earning his Wolf Patch, and I have been working with him on his arrow patches. There are days that my son doesn’t want to work on the patch, but he still does it with me.
The popcorn sale sorta sucked hard core. How am I supposed to help him sell Gourmet Pop Corn when I think the stuff tastes like popped cardboard?? He sold 3 bags of caramel popcorn, a bag of yogurt covered pop corn, and 3 boxes of butter popcorn. The bags were bought by three teachers and a principal, and the boxes were from my mom and a family friend. I AM THE MASTER!  It didn’t seem to mind my son too much. He got a pin from it, but he wanted to sell over $600 so he could get the world’s coolest toy that would be won with sales over $600. How in the FUCK do they expect there to be that big of a sale from one single boy with some nasty tasting popcorn. Yeah, he might have done better except mommy does not like doing door-to-door sales. And on top of that his den never went to any stores to sell the popcorn like most of the dens in the country usually do. That would have helped a lot!
What gets to me is when he has the Rain Gutter Regatta and the Pine Wood Derby. I am a single mom, he does not see his dad, and I know nothing about wood working. I tried my best with his boat and it was a mess. His boat was in the exact shape as when he got it, all he got to do with it was paint it 2 or 3 different colors, and I had nothing to keep his sail from moving during the race. So while he was racing the sail moved and his ship fell over. He went from having a very strong chance to win the race to losing because of his sail. 
Now it is time for the Pinewood Derby car to be built. Oh Crap! How am I going to get this block of wood to look like anything? The only tools I have are Phillips head screwdrivers and a pocket knife. What the hell are those going to do for this block of wood?!?  I have the answer!!! *picks up phone and calls brother* Dude help the brat with his car!
Yesterday my dad and I took my son to Lowes to look at paint colors for his car. He surprised me *and made me proud* He wants the car to look like tie-dye. Aww my baby likes tie-dye like his mommy! He was so excited to have the colors he wanted to just paint the block of wood and leave it like that. My dad and I were actually very impressed with the colors he picked out as well. My kid has a keen eye for color.  Now the challenge is keeping him from painting this block of wood before my brother gets a chance to help him add a shape to it.
Next month the den, along with the Tiger Cubs, are going to Perfect North Slopes to go tubing. Tubing!  Oh hell no, not me! *calls brother* Hey, take your nephew on this field trip! Mommy does not sled, ski, skate, go tubing, or anything like that. That is what Uncles, Dads, and Grandpas are for. I will, however, tag along for camping, hiking, canoeing, fishing, and things like that. The next 11 years are going to be so fun!

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