

Reading the Details
Since my girls’ dance recital is looming, I finally sat down tonight to read some of the emails about the next few weeks.
Ugh.
I knew their dance pictures were being taken on a Saturday; I NOW know that each dance class reports at a specific time, and one of my daughters’ times is 7:30 am.
ON A SATURDAY.
I now ALSO know that this dance studio, just like our previous studio, does a long dress rehearsal the night before the recital, which means that we get to juggle littles with sitting in an auditorium for hours AGAIN. I can’t really fault the reasoning behind it, and if my youngest kids were the dancers involved, it wouldn’t be a huge deal, but AAAHHHHH. Shoot me now.
I’m not cut out to be a dance parent, folks. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go shed some inner tears about what time I have to get up this Saturday morning.