Here We Go Again

Tonight was the first PTA meeting of the year (it's okay to groan, I did!)

We were all nervous as all get out. Except The Dad, who decided to tell me he had a video he was showing, with 6 seconds, just for me. Ha Ha. I'm sure I blushed. There was no video, btw.

For the record: I hate reading the minutes. I honestly think I shouldn't have to do that job. I should be able to pawn it off on someone else, I mean, I'm not invisible anymore, so I should be allowed to compensate for that, right? Especially if I think I sound like a dork.

I don't think they're gonna let me off the hook, though.

I did get a volunteer to do the bulletin board. Hallelujah!

We're gearing up, and it's apparently been noticed that we're trying--or at least the hope is that we will. It's disturbing, to me, really, to be part of this group. The other women use makeup and look pretty good. I sit there, looking like a blump on a log. I'm not gonna compare myself, beauty wise to the guys, but in all honesty, there's only one less-better looking person than I am on the board. Even The Dad is better looking than I am. And he has better jewelry than I wear (I wear none.) Is that shallow and vain of me? It probably is, and I feel bad about it. Not bad enough to put on makeup, but I do feel bad about it.

In the 2.5 years I've been going to these meetings, this is the largest meeting we've ever had. I mean it. Even last April, when we were voting, there weren't this many people. And, they mostly all paid their membership! We even, as of right now, have increased the number of teachers who joined. And showed up.

Scary, scary, PTA stuff and doin's.

The Obligatory Back to School Post

The Howler announced back in August that she needed two more weeks of summer. THEN, she'd go back to school.

School started on September 1, and, naturally, the Howler made her appearance.

The night before the first day of school (Monday, August 31, for those who haven't done the math) she was fiddle-farting her way through the bedtime routine.

I finally announced, in a fit of exasperation, that if she did not do as she was told, and get ready for bed, I would beat her. And then I would beat her in the morning, and she could attend her first day of 2nd grade AFTER a good long beating.

She non-chalantly asking me, "Yeah, you and what army?"

She's a very very brave girl.