Preparing for a trip like this after spending the better part of the weekend carting my dancers to St. Pat's shows feels like I am competing on one of those obstacle course ninja shows. 'Let's see how long it takes her to make dinner, cut some Irish soda bread to share with the other moms, attach a wig, play the part of the Sherpa as she drags gear to the car, check to see if the airbnb people in Scotland responded to her email, and . . . watch out contestant with Irish roots, traffic looks challenging tonight. Will she get to the dance performance on time?'
The weekend kicked off Friday with an early morning appearance on the local CBS news program. We had to be at the studio at 4:45 am. I set my alarm for 3:40 am. Wigs and makeup and elaborate dresses and sparkly socks before sunup. Brutal. Fun, but brutal.
Yes, St. Patrick's Day was this weekend. Translation: aching backs and sore limbs abound for the parents who sit or stand for hours side-stage craning necks to see the kids perform . . . sore feet and exhausted bodies for the constant-motion dancers. At least the parents can ease their troubles with some green beer - not an option for the young performers.
Normally I would welcome the chance to sit and socialize with other parents during the hours-long shows. Knowing how much I had to get done at home put a slight damper on the 1:00-9:00 pm dancing stint yesterday. Majority of that was spent in an outdoor tent - somewhat heated, but still . . . this is Chicago in mid-March.
|Mini's wig hanging on the back of |
a stool in our (still unfinished) kitchen.
It's not an uncommon sight.
A few words I NEVER thought I'd say to one of my children: 'Did you remember your wig?' Really, there isn't enough green beer to get over that bit of verbal vomit. Despite the many occasions where I see dancers wearing wigs, this old school dance mom has yet to wrap my brain around it. I'd prefer that the dancers just sport their own, natural locks. Curly or not. I'd also prefer to return from my overseas adventure to a clean house - just more evidence that I am disillusioned and can't accept the reality I am living with.
Well, you never know your house MIGHT be clean when you get back...I wouldn't count on it but the possibility is there.
Ha! I love your sense of humor. Coach is taking 3 of the boys to see his folks in Florida for part of the time while we are away. It'll be interesting.
I always have those same dreams - that' I'm actually going to be able to pack AND clean for a trip. The house is always clean when we walk through the door after the trip but two seconds after all of our stuff is back in the house it's all a hot mess again. Sounds like a very long and tiring weekend. I hope you were able to get everything else done you needed to get done.
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