It was one of those days where you feel like tearing your hair out: cold and rainy one minute, bright and sunny the next. Lunch Mom was headed to school.

The other moms on duty were already at work, busily cleaning tables like there was no tomorrow. Lunch Mom leapt right in and worked her magic.

Now, to understand what happens at school, you have to realize that two moms work in the lunchroom, helping the little kids open the nice, Tupperware lunches that their mommies packed for them while the other two moms are on recess duty.

Lunch Mom was fortunate enough to rate recess duty this day. Usually, she enjoyed being outside and watching the schoolchildren run amok, but today it was cold and the chill bit into her southern skin. She much preferred to sit at home, drinking hot chocolate and blogging, but duty called and she answered joyfully.

Suddenly, the sky turned gray. It began to rain, stinging-cold pellets of rain, and Lunch Mom knew she had to take control. Having no whistle to blow to call the kids in, she took off in a sprint to the lunchroom where she knew a special bell was kept. That bell was used by nuns to keep children quiet and was sacred, but Lunch Mom had to have it or the children would suffer horrible colds and wet clothes.

Lunch Mom snagged the bell, but alas...She forgot to hold the ringer inside, and the sudden ringing caused all of the children in the room to suddenly quiet. In a slight panic, Lunch Mom pushed open the door to the playground and began ringing the bell loudly, calling in all of the sodden children to safety.

After seeing all four classrooms settled in, she sighed. It was going to be a long day.

Lunch Mom still wasn't finished. It just so happened that it was time for the kids who just came in to go to their lunch. Lunch Mom went to all four rooms and herded the chattering children to the lunchroom. In haste, she hurried back upstairs to watch other rooms who had to stay in as it was still raining outside. Lunch Mom was still in charge. All of the teachers were at lunch themselves, so Lunch Mom and her cohort, Other Lunch Mom, had to wrangle four more classrooms of rambunctious younglings, going from room to room and screaming for quiet.

Teacher Lady, across the hall, wasn't too pleased with that, but Lunch Mom assured her it would be OK and left for one final duty: Cleanup.

The lunchroom was finally bare of all students when Lunch Mom and friends finished up for the day. To top it off, The-Nun-In-Charge offered Lunch Mom a special whistle: only given to the most deserving of lunch moms. It made a sound like a Gazoo .

Lunch Mom wore it proudly as she drove home and fell, exhausted, into bed.