Tonight Libby's dance class had their first dress rehearsal. Things were going as planned. Kids ate dinner with no complaints, and Libby was extremely excited about getting to wear her performance dance outfit. Everything was great until she decided she needed to wear the matching bow in her hair. We had to be there ready to go by 6pm, and at 5:45pm she decides she needs this "pony". So there I am, knee deep in super-fine baby hair, comb in one hand, ponytail holder around my pinkie, matching bow in mouth, trying to gather that fine hair into somewhat of a ponytail. The hair was putting up a tremendous fight. (I've never seen hair that refused to be styled!) Feeling like I was losing the battle, I called for reinforcements. With the assistance of my trusty side-kick Jason, we finally managed to create a ponytail. He held the hair while I tried to comb it back, without all of the "road bumps". No such luck. With minimal speed bumps, I slid the then circulating cutter offer ponytail holder off my numb dead dieing finger, wrangled the hair in it, slid the bow through the pony, headed for the camera, changed the batteries, and out the door we went. All in a matter of 61/2 minutes! Speed Styling.
So two minutes and some awesome driving skills later, we get to the recreation center. Of course the parking lot is full, because most parents got there early. We had to park in section N... Nosebleed. So I grab her hand and we make a mad dash. Her shoe, her tu-tu, and other stuff is flying as we are running. I stop to gather things up, put Libby in the good ole football hold and run. (Those 2 hours a day on the treadmill from 5am to 7am are paying off.)
We get to the room just as they begin to line up for practice. As the girls patiently listen to directions. I began getting the camera ready only to realize the batteries I grabbed were dead! So I frantically call Jason, explain where the good batteries are and beg him to drive like the wind. I watch them line up, feeling so proud, yet really sad. I couldn't believe the batteries were dead. So as any mother would do, I kept trying to turn the camera on just in case it actually worked. I sat and watched her dance occasionally unable to resist waving back at her. Just as the teacher shuts the music off, Jason walks in the door with working batteries. I was absolutely sick! Missed the whole thing because of dead batteries! Feeling like the worst mother in the room, I sat and held her while the older girls danced. We talked and snuggled. To my surprise, they had enough time to run through the show one more time! Miracles do happen! I took my "Worst Mother of the Year" badge off and handed it to the guy beside me when he said, "Oh, I guess I had some extra batteries right here."
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