I have not been sleeping much for the last 3 months. Seriously. Completely unrelated to the dancing scenario. I finally got some answers from my doctor the day before Thanksgiving. More about that later. Nothing life threatening, but an interesting revelation. Knowing that there are bigger evils than Irish dancing aka SERIOUS sleep deprivation, I was able to keep my Irish dancing demons at bay.
Being extremely organized with all of their gear helped. I was also very excited that it was almost over. In typical Shenanigan family I brought meals and snacks so we could avoid waiting in long lines and spending EVEN MORE money while trapped at the competition from 6 am until 10:30 pm.
I lectured the girls multiple times. I would not allow ANY crying. I begged them to keep their emotions in check until we reached the car on the drive home.
My drive home last year was a mixed bag. I dealt with Curly's excitement, Reg's indifference, and Mini's broken heart. As usual Coach was living the dream last year (and this year). He picks and chooses when he shows up at the competition. Breezes in and out of the venue when it suits him. Wishes the dancers luck and cheers for them with gusto, but his life is his own. Do I sound jealous?
This year he watched the kids dance a few rounds, but then opted to return home. The awards ceremony apparently is not his cup of tea. In his defense, the awards ceremony traditionally runs painfully long and always starts late. Coach gets up for work at around 4:30 am on a Monday.
Dancing is definitely more my area of expertise, and like it or not - I am without fail the dedicated 'dance mom'. Sometimes I consider giving myself a swift Irish dancing kick in the butt for this.