My time of being PTA President will be over!
Today was my final meeting to conduct. It was all OAA infected, so things were a little out of sorts there. The teachers provided breakfast for us. They cooked wonderful things and we were very well fed.
We celebrated the retirement of our previous librarian. She is a super lady and we're glad that she was able to visit with us today.
We celebrated those coming forward to take board positions. Though the OAA prevented the kids from coming down to present us with candles, the room was so packed that there wouldn't have been room for them. I did my annual jaunt to the Root Candle Outlet store. I'm sorry, but I won't give someone a cheap, stinky candle to celebrate their willingness to come on to PTA board. My previous candles were always put into the White Elephant at family Christmas.
Our incoming president is a wonderful woman who stands on her own two feet and assures me that she isn't there for a popularity contest. She said that she isn't afraid to say no if she needs to. She is very OCD, so I believe that will serve her well. I have no qualms about passing the presidency on to Erin. She's a lot like me in ways, but about 8" taller, so she won't need the tiny step stool that they bought for me. :)
As the meeting ended, I asked if there was any more business needing to attend to. It ended up that a few members were irritated that we spent all of the budget and budget extension on popcorn already and the popcorn chair and I decided that cutting popcorn after tomorrow would be fine. They gave me a whisker lickin' about a budget just being an approximation . . . but if we hadn't already voted on one extension, I wouldn't so much have an issue. It isn't a fundraiser. We augment the 25 cents per bag we charge. Prices for materials have gone up exponentially. I told them I wouldn't support another vote on popcorn budget when we just voted on it the previous months. In the end, we voted to transfer some funds, but I hate that people always feel slighted about something. It's popcorn. It's the last month of school. We have 10,000 things going on. They got their way and walked away happy. I walked away from the last moments of my last meeting feeling as if I had been run over by a speeding train.
Then I texted Hubs. I won't repeat here what I texted. We'll just say that I was a bit irritated. His comment? "1 more month." "27 days," was my response.
I'm still on PTA board next year, but never again. I will always support the PTA and their mission. I have no issue with that, but I would like to reclaim my life at a certain point. After grade 5, I will be the minimally participative PTA parent. They have officially burned me out.