In an mid-life moment I joined the adult dance troop. Tonight I will be up on stage, in a tutu, tapping my heart out. And then the audience will be treated to a lovely rendition of hip hop. This a week before I turn forty.
Today I'm washing and gathering costumes, figuring out some sort of snack so the girls don't starve (and subsequently meltdown), finding the boys recital tickets *and* hauling a load of yard debris to the dump (long story).
Oh yes and today is my son's birthday. Happy birthday boy! I've yet to get his real gift. For now he gets recital ticket. What every fifteen year old boy wants for his birthday --to watch his mother dance on stage. Yippee!
When this is all said and I done I suspect I'll have a great sense of accomplishment. In the meantime I'm simply trying not to panic.