I dont' like to brag but I am the official "Donut Coordinator" for Holy Family Catholic Academy. This means that once a month I am in charge of organizing a passle of schoolkids (and hopefully their better-coordinated moms) to serve coffee and donuts after the nine o'clock mass at the church. Today is my day.
Note that it is already 7:27 am. Significance: I am already late.
Our little family is not feeling so great this weekend. There's a nasty tummy flu going around; Richard had it yesterday and I feel its stirrings within myself even as I type.
But I am Donut Woman. I must forge on.
I must turn on the coffee machine (it takes an hour to warm up), set up the tables, line up some 43 dozen sticky messy sugary pastries on trays, collar a few kids to run the dishwashing operation, soothe the moms who've never done donut duty before and are having performance anxiety, avoid eye contact with the octogenarian usher who doesn't like the way I make the coffee (too strong; this is Minnesota, after all, not Rome), start pouring and keep smiling.
If I dont' throw up. That's the key.
If the whole parish comes down with the flu tomorrow, pretend you never read any of this.