As Thanksgiving approaches there are two kinds of people:
1. those preparing food and getting excited to spend the holiday relaxing with family, and
2. mother's of Irish dancers
(after spending more time than I care to admit trying to upload a video of Curly dancing, I give up. It looks like it should work but it doesn't not play when I try to play it. Maybe once the post is up it will work? If you would like to see it, you can go to my you tube channel: Ernie Shenanigan. Clip is called 'Curly dancing'). That sound you here is me thumping my head against the wall.
Curly CANNOT get sick right now. No sirree. I live in fear of this scenario: Curly gets sick right before she dances and is unable to perform well at the competition and ALL THAT HARD WORK ends in disappointment. At all major dance competitions, a few dancers will puke on stage - either nerves or illness. All the moms cringe and wonder, 'Did she get any on the dress?' Remember last year when Mini got sick? She wasn't dancing, but was planning to come to cheer on Curly.
In Vancouver, (remember - we went there? You will recall the excessive posts about that trip, unless you are new here or were in a coma. Too many to share links: but if you go back to late July or August you will undoubtedly bump into a couple dozen) Curly missed qualifying for World Championships by one place. Again. No worries, she can qualify on Dec. 1st. She has qualified every year at the Midwest Championships or Oireachtas (if you want to trip over the official title and try to pronounce it - go ahead with your wanna-be-Irish bad-self). Still, stress.
We are in basketball season. Suffice it to say: busy. I am extra busy because I plan/hope to make food for the boys (none of which are attending Louisville) staying at home, meals for the college kids to drag back to school with them, and vitals for the Louisville contingent. Note: we are staying at the same hotel that does't have microwaves in the rooms and caused me GREAT STRESS last year.
Saturday: Mini played half of the varsity game and then played half of the sophomore game a few hours later. Tank was supposed to babysit for Geraldine (whose kids I used to sit for: think chia seeds and no naps and the suggestion that I lock kids in the car in the preschool parking lot to walk her kid into school. We parted ways - just not on the same page, but remain friendly). Curly was going to go to her house to help Tank. Ger was taking two boys to the movies - only leaving a newborn at home. Really: Tank was just there as an older kid and Curly was handling all things baby.
Tank started a new job on Wednesday, and texted me Friday to say he was desperately needed for that job on Saturday morning so he now COULD NOT babysit. I asked Geraldine if she could drop babykins with me and Curly. Would she be OK with babykins attending Mini's game with me? Yes.
Tank dodged a bullet there because as per usual I was ready to strangle him.
As punishment for shirking the sitting commitment and being sort of 'who cares' about it, he had to wash the kitchen floor. Between Mini's two games I baked cookies while Coach drove off to watch Reg play travel ball 25 minutes from home. I saw Tank return from his job. After Mini's second game where she made the winning shot in OT, I got busy and kept asking everyone if they had seen Tank. Nope.
As often is the case, there is more. Any guesses on how this ends?