I'm sorry, Ladies. I'm that mom. The one you always have to track down.
When my children were born, I really didn't think I'd be that mom. I thought I would an upstanding member of the my neighborhood school's PTA, ready to help at everything... fighting to volunteer in my kids' classrooms... cutting out hearts and whatever.
But then, we started school.
Please understand we live in a fairly affluent neighborhood. And when your school doesn't have real problems, the PTA makes them up. I knew I was going to be a "bad fit" while sitting with the other mothers at a softball game one spring. The other moms were flipping through a catalog of games you could rent for the school carnival. They were the kind of games that took a kid a minute or so to play, and then they'd get some kind of candy or trinket at the end as a prize.
"Oh, the kids really like that game... we definitely need to get that one!"....
"Oh, this one is good, too...."
As the conversation went on, all I could think was "No, they don't. All they care about is a bounce house and a cake walk. The End. This is dumb." I mean, I didn't speak those words. But I thought them.
I thought them and I knew that I wasn't a very good fit for a Stepford Wife-ish atmosphere... so I kind of checked out. Forever.
So, I'm sorry you always have to track me down to do the stuff I'm supposed to do. I'm not really a terrible mother... I just think most of this stuff is lame.