I am the PTA treasurer, I received a call from the Vice-President, who I shall say is high strung on a normal day. I get this message, “Laurel you need to come by tomorrow with all your financial, the school board is really upset.”.
Ok deep breath, I try to call her back. She is in a meeting. Of course.
So I call her house and leave a message.
Then I go through E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G with a fine tooth comb trying to find out what they are “upset” about. I had a CPA review everything at the end of the year, and she said everything was perfect and I am well organized. So what could be the problem. Well I was stressing alllllll day.
I balanced every bank statement. Attached every recipet to every statement…etc….
Finally at 6pm (she originally called around 1pm) I find out the bank just needed our Tax ID #.
I could have reached through the phone…so what did I do…
My youngest son’s best friend (who lives in the neighborhood) was playing in our house. I walked out and saw he has his pants down below his little bum, like a gangster. Well he caught me on a bad day, I took one look and snapped “Young man if you are in MY HOUSE your pants will be pulled up all the way.” I went back into my bedroom, little friend (9 yrs old) went home for dinner.
I feel so bad, I could have been nicer to him (saying the same thing), but I took out my PTA frustration.
I am thinking this looks really good about now..
Thanks for letting me vent.
Really discourteous of her to leave such a message without explaining the one little thing she needed. I’m sorry you went thru all that angst and flurry for no good reason.
sorry about the little friend too, maybe you can make it up to him next time he is over. Kids forgive and forget really easily.
don’t keep beating yourself up, pray for forgiveness, open yourself up to hearing what the Lord has to say to you, and then move on.
blessings,
Jenny
Sorry Laurel – but you make me laugh – especially the little incident with your son’s friend…
I am sure you were not laughing through out the day – I know how that feels when a day started well and than – whack – someone just hits you… I hope you are doing better tonight.
You’re welcome, now pass one of those bottles please
I don’t understand why people can ‘t communicate. SAY WHAT YOU WANT IN THE MESSAGE!!! That’s why you have a machine/voicemail. I’m sorry you yelled at the little friend. I have no words of wisdom on this because that is my M.O. too. I get stressed, I yell. I’m working on it… I’ll join you in though…
Sorry, meant to say “join you in the wine though…”
Vent away. We all need it once in awhile. And sorry but I’m grinning about the friend. Bet he’ll wear his pants up every time from now on!
So *what* was the school board “upset” about?? Bless your heart. Isn’t it something how one phone call can derail a day?
I believe the Lord will faithfully give you an opportunity to make it up to the little friend… but he still needed to pull up his pants, LOL.
I took out some volunteer-induced frustration on poor Camden the other night. I ended up apologizing later, because what I flipped out about was not a big deal (unlike a 9-year-old child having his pants down – what’s up with that?). Anyway, you’re not alone.
And can I just say that it should be against the law for people to leave vague doom-and-gloom messages that make it sound like the world is completely falling apart when, in fact, it is not.
Oh Laurel – we all have those days. I can just imagine your frustration. I’m sure you didn’t need one more thing on your to-do list. And don’t feel too bad – he probably did need those pants pulled up!
VEnting is good sometimes. Sounds like you had quite a day, of course, just think. Now you KNOW all your PTA stuff is in order and if somethin does come up later it will be no problem. She should have been more clear, definitely. I hate when people do that, especially when later you realize that the panic in their voice was not related to the situation but rather related to something else completely.
The Lord will provide the perfect means to deal lwith your son’s friend. Hey, maybe you can buy him a nice new belt for Christmas, tell him they are all the rage.
What would we do without a place to vent now and then; our husbands ears would fall off for sure. Venting in a blog post – perfect. Reminds me to not go crazy on other people, even when I’m riled.