I have finally made the full merge into suburban motherhood. I have accepted a coveted position as Room Mother for my son's fourth grade class. I may have to eat some not-so-kind words I've had for the PTA. (I'm a little scared of them.)
Last year I coudln't even glue feathers on a Turkey t-shirt and now I'm in charge of a booth at the Fall Carnival? The snowy mountains I painted for last year's Winter Holiday (wink-wink) program had to be covered up with butcher paper pines and now I'm heading up the Christmas party?
Maybe I'll need a balloon arch? Or perhaps I'll employ some strategic swearing?
This Room Mother thing is so against type for me that when I told my son he said,
"Good one, Mom."
"No serioulsy, I'm the Room Mother." (If I say it lots of times it becomes more real.)
"Okay...."
I'm nothing if not flexible. I'm definitely going to go back and read this article and possibly even follow my own advice!
What's next? Baking cookies with Hillary Clinton?
3 comments:
Congrats--you'll do great!
Look on the bright side, you'll never, ever, ever run out of writing material again.
scary PTA... I totally understand. Though they are supposedly normal parents, it all seems like a cabal of sorts.
Good for you. Maybe next year you can run for PTA president!
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