Saturday, October 11, 2014

Friday screams

I have a new "tradition". It's the Friday Scream.  No, not that happy "TGIF!" scream, but the "I'm going to kill somebody and laugh all the way to prison" scream. This stupid committee I'm on is sucking all the happiness out of not having to get up at the butt crack of dawn the next day that Friday used to have.  It's the day of the week I dread (which is saying something since most of my Tuesday nights are committed to PTA business).

I get an upset tummy about 9 o'clock every Friday. I start to sweat; my pulse races, and I get cranky.  As much as I've tried bribing myself, talking to myself, and thinking happy thoughts, I still hate going to this meeting each week, even though I believe in the concept.  Some of the people involved are making this a nightmare, and it's taken its toll on my attitude and my faith that people will ever do the right thing.  It makes me want to never get involved again, even though I don' think that's the right thing to do.

I now come home, around 11:30 every Friday morning and scream.  It makes me feel slightly better, but it also illustrates how much this takes out of me.  I'm thinking about resigning in protest. My friend who is on the committee with me has asked me to wait two weeks before I make a decision. If I go crazy between now and then, at least you'll all know what happened to me.

1 comment:

  1. Gee, I understand why you are thinking about resigning. Their is no use butting your head against a wall. Sometimes, in order to keep your sanity, you have to let things go. This may be one thing that you need to let go.


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