May2015
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May, May, go away. Oh wait,<br />
that’s rain. Nevertheless, if<br />
you have school-age children,<br />
you might secretly want May to<br />
disappear. You are not alone.<br />
On the surface, and before you<br />
know any better, May seems to<br />
be such a happy month. It even<br />
sounds happy. Say it now.<br />
Feels like prancing barefoot in<br />
a soft field of daisies, doesn’t<br />
it? Not like February, which<br />
not only sounds sharpedged<br />
and icy cold, many<br />
people can’t pronounce it or spell it<br />
correctly. Nobody ever misspells May.<br />
Alas, the more children<br />
you have, and the older<br />
they get, the more<br />
you dread even the<br />
mere mention of<br />
that deceptively<br />
named evil<br />
month.<br />
It starts innocently<br />
enough, mind you. You’ve<br />
got a kindergarten kid, and the<br />
room mother asks you to call the<br />
other moms to contribute to an end-ofthe-year<br />
gift card for the teacher and<br />
her classroom aide. Ten dollars per<br />
child sounds easy enough, so you say<br />
sure, why not?<br />
Leave pleasant request messages<br />
for twenty to thirty<br />
parents. Four call<br />
back and tell you<br />
they’re in. You make<br />
second calls. Get three more<br />
commitments. After a week, you collect<br />
a total of $90. You chip in an extra ten<br />
so the teacher and aide will each have a $50 gift card. But<br />
the teacher and aide both know that ten bucks per kid is the<br />
norm. That means they know that half, or less than half, of the<br />
parents didn’t contribute. That makes them feel unappreciated.<br />
Really unappreciated, considering they’ve been spending<br />
money from their own underpaid pockets all year long for<br />
supplies the school board says they can’t afford. So, you go<br />
back to the few parents you know who are sympathetic and<br />
well-heeled enough to boost the amount up to $100 each,<br />
therefore avoiding the embarrassment for both sides.<br />
MAYDAY!<br />
HUMOR<br />
Problem solved, right? Oh, no, no, no. Silly you.<br />
Problem just starting. Because you thought Visa gift<br />
cards would be great — they could spend them<br />
anywhere. Then, at the end-of-year class party,<br />
which is attended by nearly all the parents, several<br />
back you into a corner. I would like to interject at this<br />
point that there are way too many adults dependent on<br />
happy pills, and they tend to be the least happy<br />
people. Doesn’t take long to figure out which<br />
ones they are. They are the biggest and<br />
loudest complainers, nearly bursting<br />
with indignation. Another<br />
segue here — why are the people<br />
who don’t volunteer the hardest on<br />
those who do?<br />
One mom demands to know why she<br />
wasn’t asked or consulted about a gift.<br />
You discover the number on the class roster<br />
actually belongs to her miserable, disgusting,<br />
and sneaky ex. After hearing all about his<br />
slimy affair, during which you frantically<br />
dig for tissues in your purse because<br />
now she’s sobbing, you find out he<br />
never answers such calls, and why didn’t<br />
you double-check it? Another tells you she<br />
thinks giving teacher gifts are wrong and how<br />
dare you sign her name to it? Still another, who<br />
wears a $10,000 watch and drives a spanking<br />
new Mercedes SUV, is upset because everyone<br />
knows you should only give gift cards to office or<br />
craft supply stores. Yeah, let’s give teachers a gift they<br />
can use to buy more stuff for your child.<br />
In the little children’s classes, they need decorations<br />
and snacks for their party. I’m a well-known artsy<br />
type, so I was pressured to do the decorations.<br />
No problem, thought I. Easy-peasy. Cut out<br />
some construction paper flowers and string<br />
some pastel crepe paper rolls around. Nope.<br />
The room mother, we’ll call her Gwen, decided<br />
my elementary ideas were not<br />
up to snuff. Unbeknownst<br />
to me, there was a contest<br />
for best spring decorations in the<br />
school. Gwen needed me to step it up. To<br />
win what, exactly?<br />
May becomes a nightmare of class trips,<br />
proms, and graduations, all requiring ample<br />
parent participation. And every year sucks you<br />
in deeper. All that work, all those hours, and<br />
when your child gets to high school, they are<br />
embarrassed to admit they have a mother,<br />
much less one who actually shows up in their<br />
school to do something.<br />
May gives me a headache. P<br />
by Victoria Landis<br />
40<br />
MAY 2016