It is that time of year again. The time of year when my life ceases to belong to me and becomes the property of the dance teacher. IT'S RECITAL TIME!!!!!! And I love it.
Josie dances ballet, tap and jazz. She does a decent job. However, she looks cute as hell on stage. And she really likes it (especially recital time). But this means that the week of recital and the weekend of recital is a very busy time for us. She had rehearsal every day this week, from 5-6:30 Mon, Tues, Wed. Tonight (Thursday) was general rehearsal on the performance stage. It started at 4:30. It ended early, or at least earlier than in years past, at 8:30. Tomorrow she has to be at dress rehearsal at 4pm. It will most likely end at 10:30 or so. Saturday is the show, she has to be there at 5pm. Sunday is the matinee, she has to be there at noon.
During this time I get to dress her up, put makeup on her, and take lots of pictures and videos. I will actually move into the local high school and won't eat anything healthy for the next 3 days. It is hectic, I run all over the place. Josie will get cranky, I will get angry. I will yell, she will cry. I will hug her, and she will play with friends. She'll get on stage and smile and perform. I will video tape her. It is a very busy weekend and I will get to spend nearly every moment of it with Josie (not something I get to do very often).
I listen to the other parents complain and whine about this weekend. They psych themselves out and get all worked up. And I don't get it. What was the point of all the classes if it isn't to show us, our friends, and families how cute and how good the children look when they dance?
There is not an aspect of this weekend I don't love (I even love that I have to figure out how to get Jenna to her dance classes and commitments 30 minutes away). I look forward to this all year. And now I am happy it is finally here.
I really love this!
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