Puke and President

12-15-11


I lost the election.

I am not surprised. I was a write in candidate for president since no one got my paperwork for my nomination of myself. Then, I found out I was running against Mr. Alvarez, the vice principal of the school. He is one of those folks I don’t trust. I feel as though his actions for the school in general are not for the good of the school as much for the good of himself. I was told I had votes, but I don’t know how many. It seemed almost like it was close based on the slight discussion taking place right after the votes were read, but who knows. I know that it would have made more sense for an administrator to bow out of the race once he found out a parent wanted to be involved in the PTA, but like I said, there are politics afoot.

I am ok. Ken is more mad than I am, but I think I am a little relieved only in the idea that my first year in the PTA should probably be spent more like a Jane Goodall member. I need to know what I am up against, and I need to gain their trust as a lowly parent. Then I can kill them all. Oh, wait, that isn’t what Jane did? Oh, right, she lived peacefully with them. Ok, that works, too.

I am the volunteer coordinator. This might be interesting. I am excited to be on board, and I know it will allow me to dip my feet in without getting in over my head.

One of the broads who is heavily involved is a person I don’t trust. She made some snide remark about me being MIA recently. Look, bitch, just because I work to support my family doesn’t mean I am not heavily involved in this school. She looked surprised to see me yesterday while I was helping the kinder classes with their party. I can assure you, no other teachers or office workers were surprised.

The kinder performance and party were a lot of fun. Once again, I showed up early and kind of took over on helping. It was a cool morning. I got to help wrangle kids at recess since I walked the class to the playground after they took some pictures in the auditorium. The class seemed quite pleased with me, and I got to get to know them better.

Poor Dax wanted to show off to me, and in turn ended up getting upset when he didn’t get a turn every time. He was very teary, which the aides assured me was not the norm. I knew it wasn’t. I knew what the cause was, and I was able to diffuse it as much as possible, all the while, hanging out with all the kids.

They sang three songs, which were very cute. Afterwards, we had pizza and other goodies. I passed out pizza, mostly getting help from Mae and Kathy. Thank goodness they were there! We also work well together since we knew each other from pre-k. I am always amazed at other parents. They would come in, trying to get pizza, which I assumed was so they could help pass it out to the kids. Nope. They just wanted a piece for themselves. Plus, they would get annoyed when I didn’t hand them a piece the second they asked for one. It was like dealing with even more 5 year olds. Oh well.

I ended up checking Dax out of school early, and we went home so I could eat lunch and get changed so we could walk back up to the school to get Bobby.

Bobby was all kinds of excited. His class went to the book faire yesterday, and so they were to bring money. Bobby was insistent on using the money he already had. I insisted we give him a couple dollars to bring his total from 8 to 10. This worked well since he found this awesome Star Wars book for $10. He was thrilled. Especially since be bought it himself. I was so proud of him!

Last night was Chuck E Cheese night for the school. It would have been a great night had Dax not gotten sick.

On the way there, Dax was complaining about his stomach hurting. He does this mostly when he has to poop. He was bitching and whining, which has made him our sheep herder and we have stopped caring about the supposed wolf. We stopped at the bank, and Ken just ran in. Something was different about this round with Dax, so I asked him if he was ok. He looked off, and I knew it was not a good thing. He said he felt like throwing up. I bolted from the van and ran around to get him out of the car. I managed to get him out and throwing up in the parking lot. It was a lot of crap. It looked like he puked up all of his party goodies. He also announced he felt better right after. We hoped this meant it was simply a case of too much candy.

Not so much.

He threw up at Chuck E Cheese’s too. He always felt better after and insisted on playing longer. Every 20 minutes, he would get sick. It was an interesting evening. Poor Ken had to deal with the one time where he didn’t make it in time. He mostly got sick on himself, which Ken ended up cleaning up.

Once he was home, he perfected the sprint to the bathroom. His dry heaves were brutal. I have never seen anything over power Dax. This practically crumpled him.

He fell asleep, and we thought we were in the clear. Ken woke me up (poor guy, after a lot of effort, he finally woke me up) to say we had another throw up. Thankfully, this was the last. I know Ken would have woken me up for any more, so I think we were ok the rest of the night. I will hopefully talk to Ken this morning to see if the kid stays home from school.

I am exhausted this morning, since the rest of my sleep was random due to dreams and trying to stay out of deep sleep in case I was needed. My tea is doing its job, thankfully, and I am not quite as zombie like now.

I have been in full exercise mode at my desk this morning. I have already done 400 arm rotations and lots of leg work. I suck in my stomach when I do my arm stuff, so it is kind of like mini sit ups. I lost 6 more pounds, but I still have more to go, so I need to get my ass in gear.

Work announced that we get a 2 week bonus next week. Yay! This is all kinds of good. We can get caught up on some bills. Always a good thing.

I suppose I should get some work done today.