Bah Humbug

(Someone note that I said this on December 4. This must be a new record!)

Husband has the day off, and therefore can stay home with Daughter. I’m going to go work Santa’s Workshop at Son’s school. Just until noon, though. I don’t think I could stand being around those PTO bitches much longer than that.

Why the crude remark? In sum, I don’t refer to the president and the treasurer of the PTO as The Grand Tampon and The Applicator for nothing. These women act like they’re still in high school and the PTO is their little clique. Only the “kewl” kids can get in.

Sheesh. I put up with this kind of crap twenty years ago, when I was 16, I’m not dealing with it now. I don’t much care if they like me or not; I volunteer my time (against my better judgement) as well as my artificial Christmas trees, canned goods, whatnot, because of the kids.

And the wonder of it all is that, somehow, I’ve managed to keep my mouth shut! My concern is for Son, in second grade, and Daughter, who will attend that school in the fall. I don’t want the principal (a real twit) and her bitch posse to take out their dislike for me on my kids.

Don’t think it can’t happen, folks. I’ve seen it before.

So, I’ll put on my festive Christmas clothing and truck on over, with a big smile plastered on my face.