I’m still angry about Marta being chosen as head room mom for Mrs. Osborne’s class. It’s not just that I’m more qualified and better suited to the job, but the decision is also unfair. Marta hasn’t even paid her dues. She never donates to the auction, doesn’t attend, doesn’t spend, doesn’t support the school financially the way Nathan and I do. I don’t see how Marta can just waltz in at the last minute and announce that she’d like to be a head room mom, and presto, that’s that. I work hard at the school. I read with the kids who need support. I put in hours in the computer lab when there aren’t enough parents willing to volunteer. I do recess duty and supervise at lunch. Movie night? I organize. Big class project? I implement. “What’s the next word, Mom?” It’s not that I’m looking for a blue ribbon or a tangible reward, but it doesn’t seem right that someone who has never cared enough to sign up to bring anything but paper goods for the class party should now be the mom in charge of everything.
