Even though today is a dance day, I couldn’t stand this anymore. By 2:15, I was on pins and needles waiting to speak to Gretchen. I ended up calling the dance studio and leaving her a message to please call me (I thought it would be better than trying to talk to her with little three and four year old girls running around). Am I a “drama mama” or what? Look, when I’ve got a $75 costume, $40 a month, and other “recital fees” still left to be paid, AND four hours a month of dance time laying on the line, I wanna know if my daughter is going to be able to dance!
A friend at work asked me, “Well, what’s more important? Dancing or Disney?”
Well, Disney is, you moron, but I still want my little girl to dance!! I want to know that I haven’t pooped off nearly $500 in nine months!!
Sorry. I got off on a tangent.
Gretchen called me back and apologized.
The only way Alise will be able to dance in her recital in May is for me to let her switch classes and she take with the 3:30 class on Mondays. Same dance. Same costume. No friends (that I know of). An even bigger class. I've got to make arrangements for someone to pick her up from school, get her dressed and get her to the studio. And I'll have to leave work early to pick her up by 4:30.
I guess you know what this means.