Sticky Situation

At what point do I step back and evaluate what it is exactly that I do all day? Where do I spend my time? What energy do I put forth? At what level does a task reach insanity status?

For 2 hours today, I washed CapriSun pouches. Hold back your jealousy. Our school is collecting them. They must be empty and flat. They can then be sent to a recycle company and our school will receive $.02 per pouch. In concept, you would think this is just like collecting Box Tops. But in reality, it is so much grosser. I stand to testify.

Some of these pouches had been collected from the lunch room and had sat in a bag. Do you know what happens to ALL moisture in Houston? It grows mold. Oh, yes. Some of these drink containers had mold. So, as I washed each sticky wrapper, I also had to randomly scrape off the goo. With my bare, delicate fingernails.

I then brought all the pouches outside to lay on the sidewalk and dry. It was quite the scene in my backyard. It definitely made everything all sparkly. Everything looked bejeweled. I felt like Paris Hilton for a millisecond. Right up to the moment I remembered scrubbing off the mold. That's when I realized I should probably take a good look at myself and what lengths I am willing to go for my children's school.

My CapriSun head count was 275. Todd quickly tallied up my days effort. I made $5.50. Stunning isn't it. I bleached my sink and my fingernails. Then I let my mom take me to Target and buy me stuff.

Tomorrow I'm not even going to look at a juice drink. I'm going to try and be more productive. I think I'll go to lunch with my friends. No CapriSun allowed.