I'm Your Bitch

I often wonder if my mom reads new blog posts, on here, while holding her breath. I can imagine her thinking, "What's it gonna be today, kids getting injured, harsh criticism of others or TMI about her sex life?" My poor mom. Yet, she still reads this blog faithfully. Even when I imply that her and my grandma were part of the bitchery that went on at our elementray school PTA. I actually did not mean to say that they were the bitches (who would ever say that about their own mother and grandmother?) but the ones who witnessed it, first hand.

Anyway, I am pleased to say that I escaped the clutches of PTA commitment...almost. I managed to pawn off the Vice Presidency on the lady who I thought would do a great job and everyone agreed with me. I also managed to avoid the position of Secretary (snore) and Treasurer (me handling money? not a good idea!) I ended up getting nominated and voted into Fundraising Chair, which I like the idea of, because I think this means that I choose the fundraisers. Down with selling wrapping paper!!! I vote for a moms in bikinis car wash! I may very well be the only one out there, though.

So life is good and I feel okay about my role in the parent club. I chose not to wear the "Nobody likes a controlling bitch" shirt. Actually, I didn't choose. My husband forced me to take it off before I was allowed to leave the house. Maybe if I had worn it, everyone would have hated me and nobody would have nominated me for anything. I'd have been off the hook completely! The controlling bitch part of me, however, could not have allowed that to happen. I have no desire to be the chief, but I have to have a say in something. I think I'm going to add to my shirt and make it read:
Front: "Nobody like a controlling bitch..."
Back: "unless that bitch is me!"