Walking Backwards

Damn, I'm going to get it. I missed Nicholas' preschool parent orientation last night. Don't think that it was because I didn't want to go, which I didn't, I had a migraine. I get those horrible debilitating migraines that send you to bed in a dark room in total silence. I have trouble moving my left side and spend most of the time concentrating about how to get through the pain. I lose some of my vision. Sometimes I vomit, which is the absolute worst thing to happen to a person with a migraine. So, as you can see, I couldn't go to the meeting. However, they are going to wonder why I didn't call and leave a message, why I didn't send my husband in my stead. I'll have to explain that that wasn't possible, that, no, it wasn't just a headache, what I have this morning is a headache. That my husband had to care for our son. I couldn't do it because the screaming in pain would have freaked him out. I'm going to be made to feel really guilty, I know.

I have to say that, when enrolling my son in preschool, school politics were totally foreign to me. Having to go through the layers of leadership and keeping all those people happy is strange. We have a school director, a president, a teacher, and a room representative (another parent who is "in charge" of organizing all classroom helping parents and meetings and parent-involved activities). I have to keep all of these people happy or else I am going to end up with last picks for days off and extra work days at the preschool. I have a great fear of what the PTA is going to be like when Nico is in public school. Right now it seems like some of the people involved get a great deal of satisfaction and self-worth from the mere fact that they feel like they can order me around.