I have closed my email browser window. I am not home.
I am not going to help you figure out why the photographer at school has your child's class picture filed under the wrong teacher name. I am not going to answer your email because if you could be patient it will all be worked out
I mumbled something non-committal to the school gym teacher when she stopped me, midway through getting 700 children's school photos taken, if I would help out again at Field Day this spring. You would do better at getting help if you had better timing.
I am not organizing the meal sharing plan for our upcoming church retreat. If you're one of the people who agreed to help out when I was asked to organize it (again), then organize. I am not standing in your way. I will wait until the day before we leave and if no one has organized group meals, I will shop for my family (and we will eat cold cereal at every meal).
I made it in to help with the Science Olympiad. Only ten of the 18 eggs dropped in the egg drop broke. Some of them hit the target. I tried not to hear when you said something about "the next time...."
I made it into the school this morning to clean the big fish tank. I was reminded that this is one task I sort of like. So many kids are fascinated and appreciative of that tank. And the fish never ask me to do more.
I have filled out the so-incredibly-early school registration form for years 2011-2012 just as requested. I wrote our phone number down 34 times and our address down 28 times I think. I signed my name three times on every side of every page and reminded you of the amoxicillin allergy four times. I almost threw out the "How Can I Help?" paper sent by the PTA. Because I wanted to tell the PTA something I would regret later.
Meanwhile, leave me alone because I am not home.