Why do people join their kids Parent Teacher Associations? Well I can’t speak for everyone. My excuse. I thought it would be a great way to be involved, lend a hand, oh and I got talked into it.
I have sucker written all over my forehead. Where was I? Oh yes, well, when I do something I jump in with both feet. Not only did I agree to join this parent group, I agreed to be the Secretary. What does this mean? Not much except that I take the notes and I can’t quit. For a whole year. Sigh.
So we got through the first “Executive” Meeting and it went really well. There was wine, and it is a really great group of women. (Umm mostly…catty bitching to follow) We were productive and even managed to have a good laugh or too. Then, the wheels fell off. One of these women..she snapped. There is no other word for it. She. Snapped. She is picking fights, sending nasty e-mails, being incredibly rude, making accusations of theft, and generally creating havoc in the suburbs. Grrr.
Why does there always have to be a bitch in the bunch? For one fleeting moment I thought all those nasty stories I have heard about PTA’s from hell were nothing but urban legends, sadly, turns out the legends were true.
There is no room in my life for this childish drama. This backstabbing trouble making level jumping crazy lady has got to go. Believe it or not it has come down to her or all of us. That is 5 other Mama’s who have had their fill of this Chick.
Know what I learned? If you are a super hot head, you can be voted out of the PTA by the other ticked off Mama’s. Guess who’s being shown the door this week? Ohhh drama! Evil grin! I wonder if we will need security? No seriously.
This weeks lesson from the Suburbs is the same as the golden rule of Kindergarten. Play nice with your friends, or you won’t have any. Wish us luck!
*Image courtesy of Chalkwell Hall