I'm Not a Moron

I have five kids in five different Girl Scout troops. And I'm the leader for my youngest's Daisy troop. One of the girls is in a troop with a leader who is one of those Mom's that doesn't get it that sometimes the first thing on my mind is NOT the Brownie troop and all the permission slips and crap that is asked of the parents. In fact, this stuff is never the first thing on my mind.

Tonight I was asked to lead the badge portion of the Brownie meeting. I did the "My Body" badge and, of course, did yoga with the second graders. They loved it and did such a super job. I was focused on preparing for this all day. What I failed to do was bring in the paperwork for the next couple of field trips. The leader, who is always annoyed with me, gave me big time attitude. I asked if I could bring the forms to her house, which is what I do frequently. I'm always rushing to get her what she needs. It's really hard for me to remember all these details. I've never really made excuses but I do try to laugh about it. I make jokes about being a special needs mom. Really though, it's embarrassing. I feel stupid.

Well, this woman says to me, while huffing and puffing and giving me an attitude that she does everything she can to make it "Moron Proof" and then she looks at me like...Hello Moron.

I was shocked. This woman was calling me a moron. I left the meeting and went the two blocks home to get the papers in the 5 minutes I had before the meeting. And I started thinking ... damn this woman. I have not been the same since chemo 2 1/2 years ago. It really has had an effect on my memory. I'm not good at remembering things and it's a new phenomenon. Again, I don't want to make excuses but this woman has just called me a moron.

So, I went back to meeting and told her how I felt and that I wasn't a moron and in fact I think that part of it is due to being brain damaged by chemo. I just couldn't let it go. She inhaled and couldn't believe that I was confronting her. Also, I just said it in front of the other mothers mingling around. I'm not going to put up with this.

Oh, and she had to e-mail me later that night because I wrote the check for the wrong amount. Ooops.