My Tendency to Hate Other Moms

It’s totally justifiable and I can prove it.

I’m not a joiner. And, I am absolutely not a PTA mom. Never have been, never will be. If you just nodded your head, I love you. You are my people. Let’s grab a drink.

When my daughter was in fourth grade, I remember the school holding a Back to School ice cream social. Of course, we wanted to go. Why would we not? Ice cream!

When we got to the school cafeteria all the kids were shuffled back to the band room where the ice cream was dug out.

The parents, however, were kept in the sterile cafeteria where the president of the PTA got up and gave her tearful plea for us to join the PTA and how it has changed her life.

Yes, there were actual tears. I was incredibly perturbed for two reasons. First, I was sitting in an elementary school cafeteria ice creamless. Second, I had been duped. The ice cream social was a ruse to get parents into the cafeteria to raise funds and membership for the PTA. I have no problem with that but call it what it is.

Now, I will happily write a check to the PTA. And day of the week. But, don’t make me sit through a 45 minute presentation about why I…