Sounds ominous, does it not?
Tomorrow is the move-in day at school, which means taking Gabrielle up to meet her teacher, and trying to avoid getting stepped on by the high-heeled size 7 shoes of perfectly tanned and highlighted Gapmoms. Only this time they are not going to be so easy to avoid, as I have dug my own grave by joining the PTA board, and move-in marks my ‘coming out’ if you will.
Instead of a quick in and out trip, I’ll be at a table with posters over me and sign up sheets in front of me, trying to con poor unsuspecting parents into volunteering for class parties, lunch room duties and fundraisers. Meaning I’ll have to be out there right in front of people, talking and answering questions, and pretending I always look this put-together, despite having done my makeup in the car in the parking lot. I just know I am going to say something completely inappropriate, I have a bad habit of doing that.
Anyone wanna come hold my hand tomorrow?? 😯