The World Really Doesn't Revolve Around Me, Really?

Every once in a while, not to often, I swear, my husband calls me COTU to put me in check.

Center of the Universe.

That's because sometimes, NOT ALWAYS, I forget there is a forest amongst all these trees. I forget the big picture. And sometimes, all I can see is my own reflection. I am working on that. And believe me, the kids help. Plus, I want to save the world in general, so I really am not THAT vain.

Says the girl who writes her own blog.

OK, so you see the point.

So, after a week of dealing with gossip, here say and general junior high bullshit, I decided not to run for Treasurer of the PTA for next year. NOT QUITTING, just not running again.

I wrote a cute little not, kind of naming the reasons, and left it at that. I am a lot of things, subtle ain't one of them. So there you go.

Now I really know this isn't the end of the world. Life will go on. So will the PTA. But I had a bunch of crap to deal with and I am doing one hell of a job. So where are the protests?
Where is the picket line in front of my door, demanding me to run again?
Where is the candle light vigil?
Really, is it too much to ask?

This under appreciated crap is overrated.

But today the principal found out (I removed myself from the ballot a week ago. Damn that email system) and wants to meet with me and convince me to run again.

Finally!