Wednesday, September 12, 2007

PTA Night...

I swear I don't know why I do this to myself (sure I do, I'm insane.) but I am going to try and trek out to the first PTA night at The Rabbit's school tonight.

I know I'm going to hate it. I know it's going to be boring. I know I'm going to feel uncomfortable ("why won't that mom sit with me!") but I also just want to know what is going on with this school. The Prince brings the Rabbit to school every morning, and somehow has missed the schedule posted to the door out front, as well as the day for curriculum night, etc.

Picking her up at school, I get to see the playground, and a lovely smile, but just a smile, from her teacher. I am far too curious (read: neurotic) to have this limited amount of information. So off tonight I go to the Parents Torture Association meeting. Did I say that?


Sugarmama said...

I applaud you, knowing just how boring this meetings can be. And I always get the sense that the parents there are all part of a little club I don't belong to. I mean, I DO belong to the PTA officially speaking, and they're all friendly enough, but I don't belong to the club.

I go to the meetings (usually) because I vividly remember longing for my mother to be one of those moms who attended school events. She never did because she was a single, working mom and I suspect preferred curling up with a gin and tonic over a boring meeting agenda in her off hours, but still. Somehow this mattered to me.

Kris said...

Glad to know I'm not the only one who feels that way about those meetings. I'm considering going to my first one next week. *shudder*