If only it were walking in the rain and the snow when there is no place to go and your feeling like a part of you is dying....
Miss Sugar retired, so we needed to find a new place for ballet.
So the things we do for love is really, more about getting up at 5:30 am to drive in your car and get a number (22 by the way) that will in turn allow you to register your child for ballet.
After I picked up said number, I went to Starbucks, natch, and went home to grab a shower.
Then I got the girls up, got them breakfast and took them to Sara's house (her mom owed me a favor) while I went back to line.
This isn't what I was supposed to do, I found out later. I was supposed to sit unshowered, uncaffienated, and wait my turn like everyone else.
I'm chalking it up to newcomer learning curve, but the other mothers aren't buying it.
Being # 22, I want you to know I got the last spot in Evie's ballet class, and although Juliette's friends made it in, Evie's didn't. These are people we go to school with and regularly see on the playground.
Now I am the mom who skipped the sitting in line for caffeine and a shower and their little lovies got bumped from their ballet class while they sat there and waited in line - unshowered, uncaffeinated.
These are definitely the things we do for love. However crazy and absolutely foolish they are.
They are also the types of things we hold over our children's heads at 12 and 13 to guilt them into going on family outings or taking out the trash.
Yep, I know what I'm doing.
